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*Super Heisenberg Bros*
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If you don't know me from adam then you shouldn't be eavesdropping
cuffing these sleeves I've been, making no green autumn
me or 3 :16's nigga steve austin
show stealing son of a shotgun, the scenes watching
be warned or be caught in a storm of epic proportion
no stopping when the mood i am not in
more not than often I'm waking vaping or hotboxing
coffee eggs and bacon and situating my stock options
the slow talking, christopher jabbawalken
sinister introvert on a misson so microscopic
you squinting thinking thats death in the distance but thats me knocking on your noggin wit a tutankhamun curse for your optics, watch this
wish my enemies could see me now so i could boss em
i dont rap i think aloud it just happens to sound awesome
the m. bison type to catch life and laugh when Jake asks what i did with the knife
yikes
everybody say goodbye to the good guys
this is your fault, don't ask why when rap dies
we gon rock the boat until this mutha fucka capsize
you've been saved for the last time
all your heroes are dead
It's the siamese wonder twins, Fire-beak, Thunder-spit/
my bread roll is gross because the gutter's where the butter is/
tell your publicist to publish this or catch a drunken fist/
flyin at him faster than a handful of monkey shit/
fucking disgusting is an understatement/
over worked and underrated probably intoxicated/
on any occasion, I'm celebrating my greatness/
don't tell me to pump my breaks if you aint even in my lane/
I break bad over beats, tweakin on the bass line/
till I can't feel my face, I dont waste time I take time-/
flies... feed on rotting clocks/
try to sneak up on time, but it's always on my watch/
that's word to Dermaphoria, word to California/
where everybody's stoned like a Terracotta warrior/
the glory days are over but my story's just begun/
you can choose your own adventure but you lose in every one/
everybody say goodbye to the good guys
this is your fault, don't ask why when rap dies
we gon rock the boat until this mutha fucka capsize
you've been saved for the last time
all your heroes are dead
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i try to subdue my urges, cravings and fits of rage
my disregard for margins and marching right off the page
me and the genre that i claim don't have much in common these days
emo was not a phase, angry was not a phase
i can't rap a certain way or dance how you say
I'm the mutha fuckin sandman get off of my stage
if your idea of a classic causes ass clapping action
then you wasn't raised right, and you probably need your ass kicked
Far from your average, don't even try to label it/
playlist assassins, killin off your favorites/
it's- not a phase, it's the nature of the beast/
it's the contents of our pockets, it's the monsters in my dreams/
that, constantly haunt me, constantly evolving/
revolving around this revolution that keeps stalling/
what are we waiting for? nobody safe no more/
its not a statement, we ready to start a war!/
everybody say goodbye to the good guys
this is your fault, don't ask why when rap dies
we gon rock the boat until this mutha fucka capsize
you've been saved for the last time
all your heroes are dead
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