He forces me to do these things, once he starts it, my pain begins.
And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions
Witnessing what i did for d.c. though
Return of the king of flow
Give me a reason why i'm not the best breathing
Tired of feeling wired of dealing
Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks
And rise up and rebel against these forces like slave attacks,
Everybody finger point in your direction
Dan ghostt with the heavenly forces that wraparound him.
Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done
Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon
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