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In This Game
In This Game. Watch your back and keep track of everybody's motives. They puppets hoping the eye of the public won't notice. We the unknown soldiers with real talk. Keep guns with no Holsters coming to serve justice. the nightcrawler with more substance. was never shot but survived nine times through a custom search. Others are not honest. No one to trust. No one but us. My paranoia from good chronic. We go gettahs and trend setters. My rhyme book contains well written death letter. My One liner flip from sound wave to all light. Reflecting more that a rapper explaining his whole life. You know the type real anxious and talking all hype. Contradicting himself like that sh*t is alright. You a d**k rider late night your home boy prolly put the ribbed inside you. You a convicted lier. Im the jury, the judge, and the executor. The human placed on this earth to protect the music. I got integrity. Not afraid to bust at any enimy. You might feel surrounded like theres 10 jof me. Not literally, Im talking energy. Knock individual out like fifths oh Hennessy. The social misfit grab the twenty fifth clip. On a bad day make you cry tears and sh*t bricks. The kids sick. Like lips big and hips thick. With colored lipstick all on my dipstick

If you feel it, hit the dance floor and kill it. If you feel it and you want more you will get it. The raw instinct. Sick. F**k what your click thinks. You want the truth about you homie your sh*t stinks. (x2)

Omni promotional music in the building. Keep a low key. No one sees the killer instinct. I want you to think Im not on top of my game. then break the record with a hundred yard game. You 80 percent synthetic. You attempts to prove, prove pathetic. Remember who and which crew that said it. If you feeling disrespected then set trip. One man army, raven under the carseat. Hardly remember last night from blowing that bomb weed. heavy smoke. me and my folks looking like zombies. Just describe the music as OMNI, its everywhere. Like heavy stares from haters who say they never scared, but actually be soft like some teddy bears. You not ready, Im already there with steady hits. the good, the Bad, And the ugly. I empty clips

If you feel it, hit the dance floor and kill it. If you feel it and you want more you will get it. The raw instinct. Sick. F**k what your click thinks. You want the truth about you homie your sh*t stinks