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When? '978 was a year wait A newborn "jeans" she sported from my Duke's shooter wrist, was a special date Be important to this world Made the world a break, more overweight Thousand ounces in grape, get the mentality overrating the baby savage I was walking on my own two feet by eight weeks So I really didn't need a baby carriage Managed to talk since I took my first fresh breath In the delivery room First words out my mouth was "One, two, mic check" Skip and turn to pages 95 and 96 It's not a pretty motion flick A lot of innocent bust-inners get caught up in the crossfire Looked out the bulletproof attire Getting hit, I witnessed it A lot of my loved P's Rest in peace, that look through source of flesh Getting tolerant, I will lie there Up on tech, body bag or laid it down from severe Pull some fire on clips Act like you know Tour, or don't know I give, High-Tech arising, two fingers sympathizing To my travel phyllum, that's surviving Trials and tribulations on an axis, in rotation That's diabolic And this could rule the core of modern economics I got the whole world in my hand I want to live lovely with a beautiful wife Share my seeds, getting much stash in grams Blowing up like those sparks from Japan I got the whole world in my hand I want to live lovely with a beautiful wife In my seeds, getting much stash in grams Blowing up like those sparks from Japan To all it may concern It feels like we're cursed on earth Since birth we've automatically got on our own pre-planned Plot in a hearst So I search for salvation Wherein all I see is the Mark of the Beast Which be the stress increased Through the realms of reality Even though we're living by the force of gravity Ain't nothing keeping me down, Imma keep elevating Look for my station, the sun's abating Faces be my motivation, word to Christ's resurrection and direction My boss chances is headed It's equivalent to god degree infinite This severs in the heavens, but hell is right around the Corner We be kill our own people for g-notes Fast cash equal, lost race spots hotter than saunas My pops wasn't always sober He was a drug addict and alcoholic But I was a rhyme-a-holic The more I think about it, I don't want to talk about it No peace sign about it, 'cause I'm not proud about it So if you want me to talk more about it I catch an all-the-rebound-about-it Have-it-without-I-figured-a-doubt-about-it It's just some shit to have stress on the chest Reinforced bills that can be en-sniped By the devil's course, of course Since I think nobody shorts himself depending A force, to cross, or walk On my own to eat and think of ways to Invest in my business and be my own boss I got the whole world in my hand I want to live lovely with a beautiful wife In my seeds, getting much stash in grams Blowing up like those sparks from Japan I got the whole world in my hand I want to live lovely with a beautiful wife In my seeds, getting much stash in grams Blowing up like those sparks from Japan The stress and frustrations of life With dry sights Gives me sharp pains in my heart like a knife, it strikes Got me trying to fight myself So I seek on a journey for the remedy And for me, it be the riches of wealth Sometimes I have sleepless nights Many speak their right upon me, so I try to fight I was getting hard to buy us all a "yup" And Satan was trying to talk to me He was in the street til the beasts are calling ya Guess a average nigga to talk some chiba Be the stress from diva is the anaesthesia My grandpops the preacher, much love, each to receive of He's also my teacher, Xavier's my reacher Trust me where I need it in my heart Plus I'm married to the mic That and nothing can tear us apart Look deep into us and realize Y'all really need to learn That Parallax crew's coming to a place near you Through this rap game And we all love Parallax clique We just maintain and rip shit-da-da-da-da-da-da Yeah, Parallax crew, coming to a place near you
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