
Ground Floor Going Down Lower Ground Floor (Man #1) Oh look (Man #2) Oh look at you R.E.M. accessible Chemtrail clouds, I’m asleep, though Acid rain, I’m asleep though Fluoride water, I’m asleep, though New World Order, I’m asleep though Diabetes soda, I’m asleep though Cloned and Modified beef, though Heavy metals all in the drinks, though Wi-Fi cook a nigga in his sleep, though Put him in it… Put him in it… Put him in a coffin Put him in it, put him in it Put him in it, put him in a coffin Put him in it, put him in it Put him in it, put him in a coffin Put him in it FEMA coffins The people watching Counting sheep, niggas sleep walking All these dickriders, where’s Lorena Bobbit Blogs ain’t talking bout shit but baby mommas You don’t wanna stir the pot You don’t wanna detox I’m asleep though. You ever heard of Basquiat You don’t want a 2pac You want Love & Hip-Hop I’m asleep though. Cops taking cheap shots, all weak, though False Flag headlines all week, though Chalk outline on the street, though I’m just tryna make it out alive, in one piece, though (Piece, though/Pistol!) I’m asleep, though Cloned politicians don’t sleep, though Earth flat as fuck, I’m asleep though Geo-engineering, I’m asleep, though Diabetes soda, I’m asleep, though New World Order, I’m asleep, though Cloned and Modified beef, though Wi-Fi cook a nigga in his sleep, though Put him in it… Put him in it… Put him in a coffin Put him in it, put him in it Put him in it, put him in a coffin Put him in it, put him in it Put him in it, put him in a coffin Put him in it I’m asleep, though Feds follow a nigga in his street clothes Hoes ain’t sticking to the G code (nope!) Suck a nigga dick for free, but charge me though I’m asleep though Click, clack, bang, bang and reload Hoes set a nigga up for the kilo Ali baby I’m crazy, no Cee Lo I don’t sleep, though Deep underground ET’s though Bernie Mac’s man soul, rest in peace though Found May 28th, well, we know (we know) We know Nigga, what you talking about? Talk is talk, and do’ers do shit people talk about Nothing to argue about How must I remind ya, I don’t wear designer No Genre attire (No Genre!) Monsanto was all up inside your vaginas, tampons, pantie liners Gender blur got all of the kids confused, teaching Sex Ed in preschool Designer babies in the wombs (clones!) Stars shining through the moon But I’m asleep, though Chemtrail clouds, I’m asleep though Fluoride Water, I’m asleep though Acid rain, I’m asleep though Diabetes soda, I’m asleep though New World Order, I’m asleep though Cloned and Modified beef, though Wi-Fi cook a nigga in his sleep, though Put him in it… Put him in it… Put him in a coffin Put him in it, put him in it Put him in it, put him in a coffin Put him in it, put him in it Put him in it, put him in a coffin Put him in it
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