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I know, I disappeared and popped up in Paris making chairs with a beard And those that love me probably thought that it was weird While the haters was happy, they thought my destiny was cleared And any artist that you love have veered Especially when they hated the image that they mirrored I got a text that said "P, please get up" Some light shining brightly outlining my shit up The penthouses, the homes, the cars, the chains The stones, the admirers, mini-me's and clones Selling you niggas dreams that are boxes full of foam In and out of dimensions I walk through walls Just saying you can't put me in a box, that's all No Davinci Codes and Twilight stubs Don't take this wrong, but I miss the taste of blood So fitting, the sound in my system, makes me want to squish them King Kong foot, the beast has awakened The Pro Tools taping, my position blatant You knew I was coming, choiceless, you waiting Now I look up and ask why you've been for satan I shall hover, with splendid colors That alone makes me other, plus the return of the Jedi I study how the Brooklyn machine works That's word to BIG and his dead eye I rise to the top like the sun I rise to the pocket like a gun Letras de cancionesI fire, drop ya body then it's done They like, what happened, we trapped him Hatred is obliverated when I imagine Look at you drowning in ya lungs, gasping Blood on the dancefloor, he, he Michael Jackson Bitches should stay home they do so much cummin' Y'all should stand backwards you do so much frontin' Take this sun block we got too much sunning Now let's examine what you thinking, running Run too hard, you might tear ya meniscus And if you try to run up you only get ya wig split And htis campaign that we runnning is viscious I hate to eat and run but this was delicious From Letras Mania