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Morning Good morning I can't hear you, good morning Good morning I speak some triumphs, some mistakes From a place where they hug the snub, 'cause none embrace Carrying a lot of winter baggage will catch a summer case Want yams to cook, can't be shook and cure the hunger shakes Thought we gained selling 'caine, all we did was run in place Just treat us fairly if any who hear me jakes They'd rain praises with same phrases and younger face I do this quaint rap, true, it ain't trap, I brung escapes I value that's less valued, whatever come in haste Some watch me, stress the text and copy, some will paste Will roll to rigs over give whatever he undertakes Fuego, better first save your abuelo, wanna race Got the hood on my back, full cobra Full cobra Prolly can tell, this body's a shell, not my true form No need to be rude, if it don't move you, just move on I know fletchers need chasers, it's basically too strong At every level, everytime I had to pedal, I grew thorn I'm shocked, I dare to say, every day I see a new dawn Was grim, twenty on the twin, ten on a futon Back when couldn't get it if it didn't have a coupon Was always viewing my dues if I had a suit on Got the hood on my back, full cobra Full cobra Remember as a teen, I'd get a piece, fiend to use it Not try to hide it from myself, 'cause with ease, could lose it Just telling my story, glad it's received as music It's a lotta wounds in these tombs, please excuse it Ain't hard to show the scars if I need to prove it But, what I post in the journal, most of the tunnels we eluded Call the spades, if they had their ways, we'd be neutered All these displays of hate ain't new, just deeply rooted Every time we grow, they chopping us down Wouldn't have as many plots in the ground if this were popular sound Like cross-dressers be, it ain't G, stopping the clown One advocated, said we all graduated, rocking a gown I'm proof, can't be the truth, never did no honest deeds Indeed we need a body, probably would wouldn't cost us please His information clear your information, it got disease I'm Aristotle's playdough, Plato, Socrates I'm Aristotle's playdough, Plato, Socrates Got the hood on my back, full cobra Full cobra Got the hood on my back, full cobra Full cobra Got the hood on my back, full cobra Full cobra Facts are full of pack of wolves who pull the wool over (Kaa, it's you!) Full cobra (yes) Full cobra, full cobra, full cobra Got the hood on my back
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