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I walk with dual identities One of a kind of two specialties Like Bruce Wayne traveling in world of two lanes Two worlds going insane Living in shadows of a cowl and cape Suited up with bad bitches riches and fame Sleuthing in everybody's domain Keep y'all in checkmate finding every possible vein While setting up a coup de main Getting punched in the face by end of May Whether the pressure gives cosmic rationale Thoughts compressed in chaotic units of pascal Attitude ice cold like Alaska Keep a fucker wheezing out of breath from asthma Blast off gats like sending explorers from NASA Scope motherfuckers with the Hubble Spelling double trouble, a Gemini looking to pull a fast one I don't stutter my lines I spit with fiery passion Savagery in his blood He don't give a fuck on who's swimming in the mud Had a naive attitude as a child Till his foes battered him with reasons defiled Neglected, so he sees fit to put down those dejected Infected, and now he plays games so reckless Affected, he knows his true demise His own self is suspected but he tossed it to the side Comes home with a grin on his face He's been hiding all his misery as a test They don't know he's been feeling misplaced An outcast in deep space, his mind in a rat race Too many times he's been feeling lonely Boredom hits so coldly with no ease like smoking trees And low-key he wishes he boldly could ask a homie Can you please fucking play goalie for me