What's the point of creating these lies? that's where i'm different
While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt
And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again
Not a pleasure; at least the pain is the biggest end of it.-mark twain
I learned from the father of lies that i'm nuts
Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples
To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost
The lies of this bullshit entertainment foreclosed
The government, it set it up that way, that mark of the beast,
Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field
Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep
In the #belly of the #beast, #teeth #biting through the #meat
It's the belly of the beast, when we knock nobody's home,
Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone
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