Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,
"aw, no ma’am" i’m an old land mine
I can teach you all the sounds of love
Of which im not exactly proud of,
Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes
Furniture made of the flesh of my foes
King of the va, off of those toxins.
So i guess that's where i hide my things
Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that
A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred
I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,
Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son
Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon
Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai
Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly
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