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People all applaud and swiping all awards, it's ya man Malkovich and I brought catalog
Black 'n Mild, half weed half tobacco style, I blow Os, crack a No-Doz, sit back and smile
at a plan gone perfect, ya man gon' work it, I bust and yall hang on to every word spit
rookies on the floor, yall don't wanna go to war, we by the door, hoodied up, sharpening our swords
black bags round my eyes, backpack on my back
carry my life on shoulderstraps, no holding back
stagedive off the planet, fuck Earth you can have it, shit's much worse than we ever imagined
beasts, we upsurge and burst through the granite
beasts, we buck first then survey the damage
the mission is religion, so sing if you with it
ring finger across my heart, we married to this shit.
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