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Uh Lex With The Records I go by the name Passport Rav And what it sound like? I realize a lot of n***as got positions from proximity No-talent havin', lackin' lyrics, no conspiracy (None) Show chivalry, no bigotry, old n***ery Flow so symmetry, killin' you, no diddly Squat and lift the whole Earth My plot will twist coal up into stones until your soul burst (Boom) A universal soul search I drink a Four Loko, transform into Quasimoto You might see me, my mental projection in Acapulco (So out there) You got mad followers with no dough, though; I can't relate I spent too many years with canned food on the pantry plate Fear's much stronger than intelligence, no benevolence Throw your goofy ass on the street with no severance Halt irrelevance, f**k a job, you out in stitches Sorry, but we filled that last token negro position All the chiefs in the kitchen, no belief in the system Hope the people would listen, call police on your children These our last days, probably, my peoples will be proud of me I'd leave the Earth today, you driftin' off as a mockery No Honest John's, Polycom mics on they body, prob' Gotta check your arm, leg, necks, f**kin' maricon Go on, get that body harmed (Uh-huh) Separate your spirit from your temple like I'm Shang Tsung Trump'll blow a battle horn They called 'em crackers 'cause they used to crack that whip on us Take the strongest out the crib and whip that Black skin off 'em f**k a hashtag, my reparations overdue Revolutionary music for a chosen few What it—Passport Rav It's Blocks I was robbed as a child of my innocence (a young'un) Now I'm a God on the mile to the menaces Me and [?] on the prowl, put the finishin' touches on it My file ain't got no blemish or smudges on it (Where we at?) Who want a feature? Told 'em, "Send me the budget on it" The coupe don't need no key to start, could just push a button on it The button-up Burberry, only button four buttons on it Make you the butt of my jokes, then feature Joe Budden on it (Haha) Puffin' on the strongest weed that Cali had to offer First time I proposed to Connie, she left me at the altar Caught up with another drug dealer with a bigger bag Died from a speedin' bullet, definition of livin' fast Bank shot off the backboard, call it "kiss the glass" Zig-Zag-Zig Allah set me on a different path (Off course) All this money, gotta be careful how I spend this cash Made a half a mil' off Reggie Miller, no Genuine Draft Where we at? (Game time)
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