Mic crazytyga man, i'm part asian
Two thousand one born a son of a gun
Took my heart away from money
One two three, what could it be
Two emcee wannabes, but one can actually spit something,
So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring
Two thousand and one years after christ
You can search but you'll never find
Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes
One two three to late now your gone busted nose
One, two, this one's for you,
I'm here tryin' to pull you through
The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that
Check it my ''one'' word was deadly than your whole crap you call rap
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