Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser
I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for
I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate
Cos i m working in this shit...which my daddy made...
I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression
New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection
Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try
After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...
Used to call me the african don dada
I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya
She shift my gears and whispered in my ear
I m not making u feel that u r my dear...
The more small people at your door like please can i receive
Atop the pyramid, i'm on my i m pei dreams
The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love
I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...
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