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Conductor
Yeah
I'm horrifyingly dark, man
Painting these masterful masterpieces of street reality
Gorgeous odysseys
They can't even fathom it
Let's go
Uh—huh!
From the street corners and back streets
With crack reeks, behold the child of war that attracts peace
Either you good with your words or become an athlete
If you win as a dark horse then you lose as a black sheep
I'm in a race against death and he got some fast feet
Just look upon the dope fiends on to find what attracts me
I went from biting on Now N' Laters with cracked teeth to packed sweets in hotels
Fresh scallops and gas streaks
Just last week a nigga was slaughtered over some six grand
He lost to his bro in Cee Lo who tripled his six, damn
Died from a slick hand, how could this man switch, same niggas you stand with
You'll be lucky later to withstand, a war is won with no honor left
Saw da fear in Sadaam, even felt the heat from Osama's breath
Only a shark could know the taste of piranha flesh
You see food that suffer the same fate as Obama's chefs
These niggas watered down, swearing they cookin' up
But get forced to drown, disappear, look them up in the lost and found
I got a vice grip like Barry Barnes no flightless
Finale drawn, get fly with duffel, your best to carry on
And if you thought I was bluffin' nigga you're sadly wrong
I got conductor conducting rough as an ashy palm
We in a race against death and you tryin' to pass batons
Flash the arms, send your location and get your addy bombed
I got a good collection on psychology
Just finished reading The Human Animal
I'll send it over with some of my favorites
A warrior's deadliest weapon is his mind