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Nigga Narcissus, car rash, ships drift through thick mist, Harlem river houses in the distance.

Pure self -interest, pitch change your hat's tip, glad to be rid of it.

Collar turned pitiless, renaissance garments, fought another incident in the tenement.

From rent control departments, survey markets, through on -cam instruments.

Named too black to be tarnished, wade through carnage, TV lawyer to the indigent.

Consummate professional, only to faint a smile when you said innocent.

Flat -tracked bullies in shades and backslaps in South 40s.

Israelite tapes draped, doing too much, fam, pump the brakes.

Slow down, send these stupid acoustics, dumb rootless through the sunroof.

Son, you knew this, the fire in which you sit like food is small violin playing chin music.

Crocodile tears, toothy grins as the round fly and spin.

So the wind, like yeah, we gonna see y 'all again.

Trade plot and boot black and sharp job.

Southbound greyhound brand, you survive, new millennium freedom ride.

High tech Willy Lynch, high def when they snitch.

Sammy Thomas off the bench.

High tech Willy Lynch, high def when they snitch.

Sammy Thomas off the bench.

High tech Willy Lynch, high def when they snitch.

Sammy Thomas off the bench.

High tech Willy Lynch, high def when they snitch.

Blacked out, I nearly smooth.

I had the grease to be read through.

Copping cow tongue at the cheap food.

They team chew, got no one to cling to.

Arm and hammer, batter, streak, blood at the venue.

Go where I sent you, skull crunch in the temple.

I binge you, listen, head true.

By the skin of your chipped tooth, you held loose.

Youth wasted on the youth, yet I show cool.

Rap sheets stretched like manure.

Blunt canoe, but I don't feel your truth.

I'm far removed, on the moon.

Red satellite balloon, earth transmission.

I'm the plume.

And lucid who?

Prison blue and brown leather.

Fuck rap, no lube.

Whole crew's under pressure.

Get the money, Chester.

Steer clear of you country experts, lames, and leathers.

And you don't skip the record, do it to death.

Seven fast, seven lean.

Blowing steam in a Technicolor dream coat.

Play high post, stay out my lane, coat.