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Let this serve as a warning To all y'all out there who's in charge of these little people Kill the young ones It's not the same like when we was growing up Used to get a whooping and everything'd be good You'd get back in line These are divine beings Here to usher in the new era A new age So it ain't gon' work You need to reason with these beings Talk to 'em, let 'em know what's going on They are unique, angelic beings So at your own risk You want to hit them with sticks like baby goats Kids, call 'em kids, rile 'em up, corral 'em It ain't gon' work Tell these niggas stop running through the fucking House (Stop running through the fucking house) Let me call Harriet Stop running through the fucking house (Listen to your father) Yo, lava rock disc jock talk million dollar crack rock opposition not Whole block watch my swat, give me got thoughts a jot Well sought after rise like astronauts Tell negros they ain't half as hot Tell the Beatles the negros where they took half their plot Young diesel a nasty watch How black people flip and bounce anything and smash on y'all Buttermilk biscuits, piss test is clear Y'all already know DOOM one of the best there is I confess I did, the best made me speak crazy Out the side of my neck about the BET lady The Caribbean chick before they started playing "Gimme the Hits" Any symbiote bit in the abyss Indigestion, disintegrate real quick, real spit Illuminati knew we wilding with stupid violence So most of these fools choose silence While we move mountains and shoot diamonds Like rude pirates on our new island Just commandeered, it's not wrong, it's weird Sing along and cheer, this the song of the year Survivor series underground myriad language combined with mercury Viable first degree maniacal verb velocity tossed Hands free, dangling about the city Batman's memory photographic with chilling Haunted visual density, illustrated word weaponry Step to me Like Big Daddy See, everywhere we be Guaranteed to rock the whole city Snatch, anywhere we at Check the stats, for sure we get scratch Rap, everywhere we crap Hotel, we ain't no hamster
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