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adlib - earth lyrics

[adlib]

see you can spot me in the lab 5 days of the week
the other 2 i’m on the ave couple ounces of weed
cus i’mma need to get these cds pressed and it ain’t free
so i stay scheming like i was drake to make green
now just think about the fun that ive made of the mainstream
so when i blow up you’re all gonna say that i’m fake, please
i’m a straight beast, with 18 years up on this earth and i may be
the person who worded this sh-t first
but i’m certain that the wack is gon be kicked to the curb in 2013
and that’s first things first call it the take over
my mind state stays colder, i’m laughing at the game
cus i ain’t never played sober
the general
tellin you dudes that i’m way bolder
running over all these fake soldiers in a range rover
it’s game over the buzzer has rung and rang over
through the echoes of the distances
detrimental sh-t i put an end to the significance
of evidence convincing us existent is omnificent
so f-ck it, i get belligerent every dominicus
a simpleton thats intricate a citizen thats vigilant a
nice guy and i’m quite high in the midst of this
indifferent but deliberate, consistent but who gives a sh-t
misinterpret every word i’ve writtin’ if you’re like that
but i swear its the truth, nothin but, now where’s the light at?
cus the buds rolled and the suds flow when i might crack
a six pack to kick back for the motherf-cking night
rap kickin off the dome i’m eatin rappers like a light snack
and i don’t need no chrome i got it locked like a bike rack
not what you thought was on top of my spice rack
hot with a slight dab of that, where’s the mic at? stop like a red light
or run it you could fight back, f-ck it, i’m puffin several dozen grams of piff
runnin sh-t, bustin quick, come and get me if you wish nothin big
just a couple kids that’s nasty with the spit
adlib shouts to bas capone homie what it is
rockin shows gotta go vomminose in this b-tch

[silence]

but i’m right back
findin beats to k!ll tonight a wack rappers cryptonite, the back packin’ hippe type
a mad p-ssionate addict just tryin to live my life, the iller type
gettin’ hype like christmas right? i k!ll the mic like con murray’s prescriptions
tight sh-t, you might not get till you heard it later
i rap for the love never even heard of haters
and the fact is these people are shocked by perfect nature
when i’m kicked back relaxed inhaling herbal vapor
the fans got the taste and they yern for that certain flavor
so i rap with my back to the game still earning paper
[sample] trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators

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