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humble tip - epiphany lyrics

i’m at the beach, with a ball point pen in my hand/
i’ll draw a line in the sand, i’m fed up with the demands/
no i won’t lie to my fans, nor will i follow the plan/
i ain’t a cop, i feel like squat, i’m kicking your door open/
i put a bug in the game, tapped they wires, found they secret/
you don’t got to be a g*nius, to see it, they told me do not leak it/
don’t speak it, cold blooded they anemic/
they tryna make death smell good, nicodemus/
im far from paraplegic, im so bout my walk/
you’d think its after school detention, way im cover in chalk/
because this flesh is dead, off with its head, just let that thing rot/
its time to draw, the safety is off, um fin to let off some shots/
my brother told me that music supposed to provoke emotion/
so im open, to the notion, my music’s causing commotion/
heaven or h-ll, is it thor or lokey i’m invoking/
im in the middle, earth, fighting, but you sleeping like you oden/
debtless, no man i am owing, his right hand man, they disrobed him/
ayne talking lobster when i say they cracked his back it was open/
and so im ready to go in, the coach is calling me dog/
my other albums, that was just me ripping my warm ups off/
im happy you respect my craft, but we do not worship the same god/
that ain’t dandruff, that’s detergent, yeah they wanna brain wash/
your thinking, sink their t–th in, they cut the breaks they not screeching/
leave you sinking, car lights blinking, they sent you over the deep end/
then they sabotage the scene with the open beers they were leaving/
in the driver’s seat and, they made it look just like you were drinking/
that’s the game that you trust, traded your brain, for some rust/
you a lame and you must, take his name and stand up/
cuz his frame, it was crushed, forget the fame, i’ve had enough/
im lu kane to the game, and i’m just kicking up dust/
this what happens when desperation to reroute our destination/
is mixed with no hesitation, and fixed the heavens invasion/
your debt he ain’t paying, cuz you ain’t ask for his saving/
oh you don’t wanna pay for your sins, we call that tax evasion/
and he coming to collect, he way worse than irs/
cuz if you cannot pay your debt, then he coming for you neck/
or better yet, your eternity, i hope he don’t expand yo tan/
somebody bring an ambulance, this youngin doesn’t stand a chance/
you in a war with no sword, surrounded without no ammo man/
he’ll inspect what’s in you left chest like a mammogram/
they say i sound to christian with my flow/
a lot of youngins on the dock, but they just fishing for some do/
and i’m tired of being tired of everything that i just spoke/
this is my epiphany, follow me, if you want some more

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