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Hypnotized the masses behind Versace glasses
 
Play hard to get, females get jealous
 
And now it's clear as this promise
 
Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses
 
Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius
 
Hitting amputees in the knees, Jesus
 
Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was
 
Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses
 
Stussy’s G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D glasses
 
Yo, bubble gum that Reese's Pieces
 
I've got Muslims calling on Jesus
 
In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because
 
Look, I'm back like niggas on a bus
 
Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus
 
Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses
 
Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius
 
Hitting amputees in the knees, Jesus
 
Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was
 
Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses
 
And first off, I ain't trying to be conscious
 
Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces
 
Don't cross me, cause my friend, I'm no Jesus
 
They getting deals with thier weak buzz
 
And I ain't never plan to be famous
 
Crucifix pieces, necklace with Jesus
 
Cause my thing something vicious
 
Mama always told me I’d be famous
 
Amadou & Mariam but still no chorus
 
I'm a magician so please focus
 
See I'm breathing for a purpose
 
If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous
 
But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was
 
But it's still cool just to dream man because
 
My criteria ain't even that serious
 
I've Mastered This Ask Of Me, My Raff Ain't Practice
 
Cause I can bring you to your dreams like Jesus
 
But you been looking for love in all the wrong places
 
Niggas talk with limited service
 
Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus
 
Tawiah - All I Need Chorus
 
It's the DC thang, incase you ain't notice
 
Im so Bonkas, Im not conscious
 
Im so Bonkas, Im not conscious
 
The mask is on 'em like a catholic service
 
I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces
 
Four out of five try to fake and get serious
 
Made from the brain of me, most genius
 
The long road to success is dangerous
 
And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus
 
The look of no hope on my niggas' faces
 
The critics are calling me conscious
 
I'm in New York now, like Akeem and Semmi was
 
Ducking bill collectors like Jehovah’s witness
 
When they showed up at your door at Christmas
 
And when it seems that I'm hopeless
 
Cause this nigga done got jealous
 
Hoping that nobody don't notice
 
By a brotha who was hopeless
 
Black Jesus!Searchin for Black Jesus

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