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Miles Nautu
Miles Nautu
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Miles Nautu
Miles Nautu
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Miles Nautu
Miles Nautu
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I got first pick On this third eye shit A wordsmith in this war I spit Look deep into my iris A group of misfits, admit we might enlist Suffice to say we ain't taking No slaves We just exist To march unfazed through these peons, I be on blast today City taking seances, see us on every other plane Cleo is my bitch, I'm a Ceaser, see I'm a god today Re-up on my shit, old school my sweater got pasta stains Things only mine can see Killers with confidence making up my menagerie Live with heat Holes through your tie I speak Only with the flyest jeans DNA of lion kings The young leader Never acting silently Talk to 'em M (Yeah) My style fluid and Y'all just doin' What I did When I was new to this Lil Slim Thing is You could talk like you the best You could even mean that shit and say it from the chest But you'd be lying to yourself as long I exist I ain't gotta test my diamonds to know them boys legit This is over ain't equipped To assault my operations You got shooters On your building but your building's made of sticks My third eye open My first two shut If you stir fine potions We best pour up I merge 4 oceans My flow's so potent I turn a riptide to a whirlpool, stuck My third eye open My first two shut If you stir fine potions We best pour up I merge 4 oceans My flow's so potent I turn a riptide to a whirlpool, stuck Taking petty rappers to school Your world is ending but you tryna act cool That's the mark of a fool The white flag Is an option The other is meet Jesús The public is in my palm The vision has been accrued To cover my eyes in silver I weave it into my loom And use to cover face Til' my reputation is smooth Ever since I was born Ever since then I knew The evidence of my rise Imbedded in what I do Imperative that our lives Are similarly approved So you can appreciate And align yourself with my views My third eye open My first two shut If you stir fine potions We best pour up I merge 4 oceans My flow's so potent I turn a riptide to a whirlpool, stuck
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