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Patios in Berlin with the wine spritz Art gallery tours Been on some fly shit Hit the studio up Make sure it's analog Nostalgic futurism makes up the catalog Jazz cat to the core I named my daughter that I'm the king of this lane You can't afford my raps Been running laps around rappers It's a marathon I been getting in shape for the triathlon Your favorite emcees move like vagabonds I'm a phenomenon Bleeding Dom Perrion The flow Evian Air Max Pattas on Monarch wave King shit how I carry on Sound the Clarions If they ever want to trip Move like Gangstarr I'm coming with a Full Clip Stayin with the full drip Never on no bullshit Never heard nobody on the planet say they too rich I'm getting money I ain't taking no days off 24-7-365 paid off Big bag fatter bankroll made off Red eye cross Atlantic how I skate off Don't ever bite the hand that feeds you This is that raw dopamine in a needle Dr feel good with the bars Battle scars from the block Telling war stories over cigars and Ciroc Deep in my mind in another dimension Exist an alter ego With the cruelest intentions Shape shifting mind bending The portals open My third eye seen it Now the beast is awoken Yeah Uh huh Yeah Come on The streets blood soaking The air too potent Saving up checks to hop on the space x See the underground cites of Mars Just watch me on ayahuasca hot tea I spoke to annunakis Classified black type intel Voice dictation never use no pencil Retina scans to view plans This is MK ultra magnetic techniques Infiltrate all vultures I'm getting money I ain't taking no days off 24-7-365 paid off Big bag fatter bankroll made off Red eye cross Atlantic how I skate off
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