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Marching to nostalgic rock shit, Im Brock, bitch Semi automatic, might blast like team rocket Wait until I mention I slay you with that Tupac shit One golden bullet that kill all that faggot pop shit Delivery, Im the bullet that killed Kennedy Enemy, DITC, darkest symphony Neck broke, fuck around and let the tech blow Red beam to us is not gonna make it look like techno I told you, I dont even wanna be the best, hoe Im the threat with Tourette, making motherfuckers John Doe Ricky Rozay, bury his killer, Making a family cry together like the old Js Back in the old days Im the one thats chosen Thug from the 90s, Im cryogenically frozen, avenger Yeah, I be the Joker and the Riddler With a mind set thats switched like Harvey Dents den The Dark Knight, fucking Clark Kent Martin Lawrence when he traveled back in time would suspend Suspended animation when my brain reacts Dont belong in this world like Im Samurai Jack Click clack on a Glock 17, get mean Then put the ghost face so we can empty the cream Cash rules everything around me, surrounded the ditch Where they dug the darkness thats shrouding You found me, Nemo, ego come easy Bro, Im from a city where niggas they con easy Where they quick to pull that trigger, never a squeegee They make it on the late night news, nigga, good evening Marching to nostalgic rock shit, Im Brock, bitch Semi automatic, might blast like team rocket Wait until I mention I slay you with that Tupac shit One golden bullet that kill all that faggot pop shit Marching to nostalgic rock shit, Im Brock, bitch Semi automatic, might blast like team rocket Wait until I mention I slay you with that Tupac shit One golden bullet that kill all that faggot pop shit Im massive, fornicating with crack shit Cheated with the virus that took over the life of Magic Sharing a needle with a common/hobo Sterilize with the spit that comes from a Komodo dragon Gun shot, fire, Im blasting, go and sip that shit, its just a classic Thats a hit for you, bastards, thats the shit for you, bastards Im lugubrious because Im from a place where niggas shoot at shit And never on no Buddha shit, that knock knock, then who is it? Am I really losing it? Maybe, trapped in a white room with a dead baby Am I growing crazy? Is my name Casey? Anthony, then that baby turns into an amputee Goddamn, Im really losing my mind Or should I end it all just like grabbing a nine? But its too easy, figures on my mind eat me Put me into isolation so you wouldnt see me Free me from misery, Im uneasy Pain, emotion from the grip I gained Yet another young brain slain, maintain You just lost consciousness, thats life when you live without consequence Death over sixteen shots, his head is split, dead