This is a song about "Machine"

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Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Like your a machine without a heart your working , like im talking , and telling you how i feel

And red alert was puttin in work, with chuck chillhad my homies on the hill getting ill, when shit was real

We self-made but never is an i on the team

You know what i mean?it's a rap machine

Rapping machine clapping between

Come see real niggas on my team

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

I look into an alley and see the matrix machine

I stay spitting bars like metronome candy machine.

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine