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Run it State of address, I mean no disrespect But I hate all you muthafuckas and I'd like to dissect The fact that everybody sees the real world as something fictional It's pitiful, the visual of life without the principle What's in my rotation Bumping The Roots from 93' Til Infinity without explanation 'Cause nigga I am a soul of mischief and there is only now But my third eye has no focus, Hieroglyphics astound Now let me crack your brain with this mental glitch We have to come to terms with the fact that a chick ain't a bitch Even the ones that make you wanna' throw they ass in a ditch Just treat 'em with respect but never let 'em know that you're rich I'm sick and tired of the lying and the crying but it's fine 'Cause my liquor-filled brain, no matter what, don't understand wines Or toasting all your cheers to beer out of fear for the real shit 'Cause coming face to face with the truth's too heavy to deal with You know it's do or die when all you've got in life are truth and lies And everyday your nose could grow long to escape being crucified But whether it's the spirit or wires, your future bears a cross Misfortune is that fortune of the mortal man comes with a cost The devil's in the details so check your circumstances Understanding's the key to reprimanding unholy hands And I got murder on my mind for these lines, I'm Charles Manson Back in '69 which is my specialty outside of rhyming You can't compete with me because you can't be me I'm one of one and would never call y'all my sons, I've got an empty piece Every bullet's been fired, the gunslinger's retired Even if you paid me sugar money, I have no desire For all I've put in, I'm looking to get back my deposit I'm solo sippin' on the smoke like I'm a Street Profit Let everybody else's pockets put me on a rocket Like Bezos my pesos are safeguarded, no locket needed I'm undefeated 'cause I'm only competing with myself I ain't got a belt but can return every hand that's been dealt Like Jackie Chan hunting talismans, I'm an archeologist digging up trouble by bundles like hardy botanists I'm shit talking and walking in it, it's been a while I'm slick, rocking my confidence like we reconciled Take Angelina Jolie's blood out the vile and eternally become maleficent with every versatile showing I just be knowing how to create acid burns Hacking away at the field, I make the masses turn their heads Aye yo, I'm Jimmy Franco but don't tell Zoe Dirty feelings, not for Diana - it's no bologna Even if it sounds like I'm rhyming just for the sake of it I exercise lyrical exercises with my stakes in this shit On the line every time, I study well Treat the greats like each book of the bible to avoid the industry's hell Listen, the idea is to win by doing what all you're good at, so do you. Can I spit a freestyle? No, but I can still out-rap niggas Rising tides raise all ships, niggas don't seem to get it 'Til they see the wave and now it's too late to get in position Even with all my modifications, I stuck to my vision Because my stubbornness is that of a woman's intuition I done worked hard with no play a whole decade A cracked phone with no charge that y'all degrade Delayed start and buffeted, so y'all persuade Yourselves that I'm decayed, go prepay for an upgrade I'm philosophical and apocalyptical to be modest Maybe a former life psychopath dormant (to be honest) Don't spit like Logic, but I'm logical, though shit's never promised My moment will come in the sun, undisputedly the hottest Ironic, my best work's at night - "I am Batman" The dark knight and moon knight - I am that man I only speak the prophecies that are promised to me 'Cause they're the only ones I believe are even worth it to see The only guarantee… That's about as much time as I ever got for a lunch break Back to work, just another day for the f*ck sake Sex noises on your records don't validate f*ck dates Multiverse of madness and sadness describes my wordplay Why celebrate my birthday if I view it as a cursed day Not for me, my arrival will become your worst day So live every moment ya' got left, the birds say Do ya' thang, do your own thang Do ya' thang, do your own thang Do ya' thang, do your own thang Do ya' thang, do your own thang Gimme' the loot, gimme' the loot, I'm a sad man Just tryna' make the clouds part and be a glad man 'Cause at the end of every rainbow is a pot of gold And when I meet God, he'll say I lived the greatest story never told CHASIN'