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Okay, I'm sat behind a padlock
Trapped inside the Black Lodge
On the floor, making beats on a broken laptop
Appears that I'm a wackjob
Hooked up to the Wired, I can really see
That all this is a backdrop
In third grade, I stood up for my mom up on the blacktop
'Cus someone said that she was smoking crack rock
Picked up a cement block
Held it up and said stop, shit
I almost threw it at his head and made his head pop
Ugh
I ain't ever afraid of tussling
Get to bubbling up and I'll come abundant
Get lucky or get to duckin'
Flyin' higher than paragliders
And power wires and Tie Fighters
I might be dying with five lighters
Paranoid that my realizations are really hallucinations
My time is not to be wasted, so get your money out
Put myself in a hole and dug me out
I'm ready for the world to love me now, yay

You know this flow is magic tricks
Word to each reaper, every rapper and every bastard bitch
Enter the labyrinth and partake in rappin' practices
You can rest assured my shine be lookin' immaculate
My shine be lookin' immaculate
You can rest assured my shine be lookin' immaculate
Word to each reaper, every rapper and every bastard bitch
You can rest assured my shine be lookin' immaculate