A necromancer, a devil dancer
One soul to search to advance
‘Cause my soul reverts to advance
And my spirit thirst my enhance
And at the fall of every dawn
I first cleanse my heart and my hands
‘Cause its dirty dealin’ with man
And I know we all the same I’m just a wordie
So I write what’s on my mind not what the earth thinks
I ain’t tripping over time like Rolex roping
I’m the best at being me what the fuck i look like rehearsing
And they left cursing cause mortals could never hurt me
There’s nothing I adore than the beat that’s the score for
What made me a poor boy
I’m talking 33rd what you switchin’ to 4/4
My dad was 4.0
He doin’ the time by the 5-0
Was born in '67
At 8 I was him with that 9 though
My heart froze over like its Toronto
That’s when i took my mind to the only warm place that i know
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If you can’t bite the bullet then bare the taste of the barrel
Swiss army steaze these niggas don slave apparel
And when I show up I’m feelin’ like they Geppetto
Guess it make you a king if you make it out of the ghetto
Tell these hatin’ niggas I’m on one
It’s been over a year and they still fuckin’ with the wrong one
‘Cause i done one upped with two girls in one cup
Basically im the shit that these niggas talkin’ so what’s up
Wait I’m on infinite
Sweet and spicy that cinnamon
Winnin’ up against any man
Kill the game eat its venison
Never stop till I’m fini man
50 cent I got many man
Try to pop off
Like shit was Silly Bandz
Niggas is silly man starting beef over digiland
But I don’t mind I just divvy out with my dividends
And they can get they 10 percent
What’s 10 percent of infinite?
Shit
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Another One was produced by Max Weinstein.