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Echo

from 8 by C.O.A.S.T.

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magic
feeling so dramatic
falling to a state of peace
and running from the havoc
keep telling me the skys the limit
having brunch on Saturn

im spitting rabies on the mic
i must be getting sick dog
flogging lashes on my back
fulfillment to the rap gods
the holy trinity to me a a beat a mic and good lyrics
im feeling music in my soul
i think i went and caught a holy spirit
put it in a jar just in case i run low on my hp
revive me when im down and
entrust my sword with power just swing
on these fake dudes with their gold teeth
sheesh
can it get anymore low key
then me?
under the radar with my kamikaze vest on
i mean my ar
16 bars aint enough
my maybach went and turned into a nissan
i playback every time its me on these song
my paybacks is when im taking off your chicks thong
she said that she'll be right back
it seems she loves her men fat
im an influence on the mic
or maybe im just under
a foolish jester with these silly words
all other tricks syphilis on their dicks
sick motheruckers try to spit
bitch you can swallow it
black come and handle this
if you didn't know man you fucking with the truth right now
bitch this aint a hologram
pull the fucking polygraph out
on the other hand
i think you had enough
overdosing on a rappers song
i think your time is up

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from 8, released November 26, 2013
Beat: Black Ant

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