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I've got my eye on you (One, two, three, four) Uh, yo, I got the best lyrical flow, didn't you know? Stool comin' through with imperial drones I spit 'em outta my mouth, they gonna pierce through your bone Until your toes back up, put your fist up your nose, yeah The Ocean State making statements Stay baking cakes in the basement This the underground in your faces, face this Providence be the base where we learn from the wasted, uh And it tastes so buttery Floatin' on the track like a schwasted Butterfree I'm a locust when I rap, I got this rage up under me And I'm cuttin' through the cypher with serrated cutlery Yeah, I was raised a fuckin' G A mangy sucker tryin' to keep it sucker-free They late to cut him, so I stay above 'em, yeah Never made for the underneath, no And I'm just here for the ride (Here for the ride) Here for a minute, I been steerin' my vision Tryin' to clear up my mind (Clear up my mind) Never fear what's inside Let go, let go, let Ferry me over the river, my liver's driftin' off Don't know what I did, but I'm very sure I pissed him off Now what's the problem with poppin' a couple suds? And I think that I'll take a dip, but I'm feelin' a little wishy-wash They told me swim with caution 'cause the fishes are vicious The one with the bigger teeth will find the other delicious The one with the bigger bank will take the other one's riches Running, cutting balloon strings with the gold scissors It's cold business, you know, six digits of O's to go The physical toll is like a troll hit ya If Folgers is the first thing in the morning Then the second, third and fourth is a snapshot of the whole picture If that's not enough get-up-and-go to go get ya Turn up the ebb and the flow of it where your soul splits ya I'd rather step out of the traffic, it's a slow jam Now grab your oars and your sticks and you'll be the boatman Yeah, I'm just here for the ride (Here for the ride) Here for a minute, I been steerin' my vision Tryin' to clear up my mind (Clear up my mind) Never fear what's inside Let go, let go, let Pray those hands keep writing I hope this head stays nervous I feel the heat keep rising Take a breath in the furnace
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