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Rage Is Back ("NY State of Mind" Freestyle)

Black Thought

Rage Is Back Mixtape

15.01.2013

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[Produced by J. Period] Don't even ask how the high feel Ask how do I feel, probably how the sky feel Jokers is coming in sideways like a sidefill The grapes of wrath intertwined like a vine still Physically I'm ill, walking through a minefield With a straw sticking out a Molotov cocktail Twenty one grams of soul on a rock scale Probably burn like flaming coals on a hot grill Yo, if the afterlife is absolutely not real Then you diminish and you're finished, it's a done deal Beyond that, my heartbeat is like a drum still It's like I'm living on the run with the gun still Well, bring the hero back, he's taking care of that Cause his words get at the Ginsbergs and Kerouacs It's all stuck inside your head like it's ear wax Whole scene something out of Hollywood, Miramax Hush, yo, don't nobody say a flocking word Just put the sign on the door, the Do Not Disturb I'm bout to show these people how to kill a mockingbird You hit his whole network, like Mark Zuckerberg Your witnesses confirm that gunshots occurred Apparently the triggerman smokes lots of herb And he could bring your demise disguised as a word But guarantee that be the last one you ever heard You deaf, dumb, and blind I'm emphasized like I'm underlined My definition is, I'm undefined Cause I'm one of a kind, at the top of the line At the top of the food chain when it come to the rhyme And I'm cynical cause I'm at the pinnacle Jokers is ridiculous, they the ones I ridicule If somebody acting like they want it, I'mma get at dude Have 'em in the middle of the drama like an interlude Yeah, they weigh a buck ten, soaking wet, fuck them Yo, I don't need new friends, I can't trust them You best keep a weapon like a shirt tail, tucked in Because I'm taking niggas out like Huck Finn This news just in: mass destruction, boy Presented to you by Black Inc. productions Yeah, righteous hustling, trife corruption Look how these OGs with the mics is muscling I fight for justice, but minus the red cape Dollar short, year late, suckers is scared straight They know I'm hotter than a box where the bread bake And brought J. Period to cut through the red tape
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