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Lyricist: K.A.A.N.
Lyrics:
[Verse 1] I got good intentions, believe me The coldest nigga, anemic Who put this shit together? That'd be me,myselfand I bitch TheGod, call me Osiris The sickest likea virus The golden touch, the Midas We movin' in forward direction,_leavin'_that_bullshit behind us Shall_I adjust the_blinders? Them statements at the end of the month a constant reminder Tell 'em I been on the incline, climbin' up the ladder I been hopping out the Benz while pockets gettin' fatter It ain't like it even matters, I'm duckin', dodgin' disasters Jumpin' out the Devils lasso, I'm bobbin', weavin' the hassles If you motherfuckers trip, then I trip, now we trippin' I'm rollin' up the zip, take a hit, nigga listen Where's your foresight, where's your vision, where's your fuckin' intuition? Why your key in the ignition but you still here sittin'? Niggas will be in park and then complain about the traffic Unable to make a start, you asking me that shit is tragic, eh
[Chorus] But that's the reaper, uh Yeah that's the reaper, uh The Devil callin', why he hit me on my beeper, yeah But that's the evils, uh Yeah that's the evils, uh My intuition kickin' in so I can see you, yeah Now that's the reefer, yeah Said that's the reefer, uh My paranoia at an all time high (You high?) I think I see something, yeah I think I see something, yeah Close the door, shut the motherfuckin' blinds
[Verse 2] My mama say I'm on that shit, I need to quit God as my wit', killin' my kidneys Matter of minutes, matter of fact, I'm goin' the distance I might pass out, before I tap out I talked to God, he said go hard, my nigga max out My paranoia tenfold, I'm really on my shit though I never break or bend though, still in the field we ten toes Poppin' 'em like a zit or mentos, we low like limbos Make you knuck if you buck so you should watch out for the elbow We raisin' hell and facin' L's, I french inhale, embrace the smell and make 'em kneel Habitual our usage, some might say this shit is overkill We on the ground, we still in line, it's like we rode the rails We mowed the lawn to keep it low, watch out for snakes and snails My phone tapped like The Firm but I call it co-intel These niggas stab you in the back and then they wish you well That's to your face and when you leave, you know they wish you fail To compensate with the hate, I put something in the air
[Chorus] But that's the reaper, uh Yeah that's the reaper, uh The Devil callin', why he hit me on my beeper, yeah But that's the evils, uh Yeah that's the evils, uh My intuition kickin' in so I can see you, yeah Now that's the reefer, yeah Said that's the reefer, uh My paranoia at an all time high (You high?) I think I see something, yeah I think I see something, yeah Close the door, shut the motherfuckin' blinds
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