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作曲 : Justin Coleman
Purely by classification, I'm way more advantageous
Break it down and roll it up, in them RAW rollin' papers
Sittin' watchin' Roland Bishop, put a few in Radames
Thinkin' to myself, while these sharks are swimmin' in my head
I'm a prehistoric carnivore, they thought we are were dead
Twenty-seven hundred volumes deep, we just gettin' started
Never weep for the departed, immortalize and then restart it
Chisel a masterpiece outta marble, and dedicate to Marvin
Yeah the one who was free-basin' hard, until his daddy shot him
Shit was crazy, like when Dennis Rodman was f**kin' Madonna
Everybody gotta problem, some don't have enough dolla's
So who never had a father, that never really bothered
To ever meet second son, and one and only daughter
I know these unprecedented circumstances, spark the knowledge You possessed in your former life, didn't learn in college
Never chase a tornado, flying monkeys don't negotiate
Flying monkeys don't negotiate
They just paper-chase and play'a-hate
As I parasail thru these clouds
Smokin' very really hella loud
Flying monkeys don't negotiate
They just paper-chase and play'a-hate
As I parasail thru these clouds
Smokin' very really hella loud
The decent is somewhat jarring, so just don't forget to breathe
Life-vest beneath the seat, but there really is no need
Pull a wild card bitches, when the brakes begin to bleed
The pedestrians panic, stampede reapin' havoc
Sippin' whiskey outta chalice, his aggression isn't passive
Got charged with possession, prosecutor was bastard
Didn't matter, 'cause the judge was in his pocket
Take the money out the envelope, don't bother to count it
You insulted his intelligence, chronic lack of common sense
Time-lapse until prevalent, pinpoint the relevance
And when ya' got ya' story straight, I'm stayin' at the Watergate
Top story God level, on the roof I meditate
Clear my mind for a moment, while I celebrate the chosen
Unforgiving 'cause I'm golden, rip the molar out I'm swollen
Drippin' blood on my clothin', think the doctor was withholdin'
Don't fly off the merry-go-round, broken bones hurt
Broken bones hurt
Wipe ya' shirt and get back to work
If ya' mission be compromised
Close ya' mouth and open up ya' eyes
Broken bones hurt
Wipe ya' shirt and get back to work
If ya' mission be compromised
Close ya' mouth and open up ya' eyes
When I look down, I see nineteen ninety-nine
Seventh grade brand new, midnight metallic blue
Look up and time flies, from sunset to sunrise
It subsides, while it sublets sections of my mind
No protection from inside, so the Smith and Wesson sits aside
Left it runnin', left it in drive
No assumptions just enjoy the ride, but don't forget to recognize Your misidentified, the witness can't be found
Booked a flight to Madagascar, money and a passport
Fast car crash course, found him dead black Porsche
Ironically his honesty, kinda cut his life short
Left the buyer waitin' in the lobby, at the airport
It's funny when the prodigy, perceives it illogically
Will he win the big game, yeah probably
Flip the play and change the snap count, call it quality
F**k pasteurized, nigga this is fresh squeezed
F**k pasteurized this is fresh squeezed
I need another glass and some mo' trees
Tell the man behind the table let it breathe
Play another 'cause I don't wanna leavePurely by classification, I'm way more advantageous