Apply pressure, results require my attention
I'm not impressed with your goalposts, you got 'em shiftin'
Grown folks talkin', you gotta listen
Vision locked like Coast Guard on swimmer
But it's on chips all in wit' 'em
Members only, 'member cold falls on Lemon Grove
We was in the kitchen huddlin' over the stove
And it's all been seminal work, I'm throwin' strippers krona
Pond skippin', ripple in the water, the stone heaver
Let's bleed 'em to the bone 'til they own up, see ya
I roam the corners of Earth for ya, it's no right or wrong
Evil they got a goal of no fear and loathin'
Paranoia creepin'
If you ain't gon' squeeze it then don't clutch, jump
Father Time told us the frog leap was over
We outside and they in the front lawn bitin' they tongue
It's on tuck like Doubtfire, close as a secret
My mouth shut 'til the bag wired then I release
The ceiling ain't that high either, you see the cracks, right?
The black sky peakin' past plight, head high, hands high, praise God
Claim to be a veteran, he just went AWOL
I got ya neck tied
If that's your best try, you shouldn't quit your day job
Eight-hunnid thousand on the table layin' out
The effort finally paid off
All great quake weather, no rainfall
Nobody safe from the shakedown, stay far
Stay lost when the tapes off
Pullin' strings like I disengaged bombs
I'm fully paid, you can keep the fame part
Billy dance puttin' in paint like Braveheart
Stickin' with the plan, I'ma get us out the graveyard
Really in-demand, on-demand, on call
I'm the man, on God
Really in-demand, on-demand, on call
I'm the man, on God
Really in-demand, on-demand, on call
I'm the man, on God
Really in-demand, on-demand, on call
I'm the man, on God
Really in-demand, on-demand, on call
I'm the man, on God
Really in-demand, on-demand, on call
I'm the man, on God
Everything got bacteria. All of my shit
That's what I'm sayin'
Everything I got, bacteria everywhere
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