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*** MC known as Science is now known as I-Con ***INTRO [I-Con] {Logik}[Yo yo, yo Logik, yo what up dog?]{What up I-Con, what up baby?}[Yo how ya been pa, how ya been pa?]{Yo I was uptown in the train man. Talking some ill type drama I heard?}[Yo for real, uptown?]{Yeah, like he was dissing for white mall}[What`s the deal?]{Logik} [I-Con]He spoke to this dude BlakeCame back for one of the niggas from his crew, wait[Was he undisputed and moving weight?]Nah, he was more like a cruiser weightBut where he at?[He called in hollering he`d be a little late][Hung over, strung over leftovers from the sick date]But back to that kid BlakeHe done laced me with the infoOn how we used to roll with nymphoesSettle business only on flip phones [word?]He said he swtiched tones, went straight and arrow, in the ??? nowHad a cat, stab you in the back and extract your bone marrow[I-Con]Yeah that`s that niggas Portishead, word lifeI heard the God was deadThem live niggas with high figures kept on bucking the more he bled{Was that nigga on the mend?}The streets took him overHis peeps had him looking over the EscortsWhen he got hauled, he confessed allHoping to ge the best of, what that D.A. offerredBut he came out, he was three days clocked{Where he at?}That spot behind that Green Day concertTried to play hardball but the G`s played harderMatter of fact cats vaselined(?) his father[I-Con] Yo E, eh yo E(Eclipse) waht up my nigga?[I] How ya been pa?(E) What y`all saying man?[I] Ya hear them cats from uptown blazed the fuck outta Portishead, man?(E) Oh shit{Logik} Lit him up(E) Yo I know about them niggas yo(Eclipse) {Logik} [I-Con](E)Yo that`s ill, for real they had an insatiatable fill for billsThrill to kill{L} But that one nigga Billy`s achilles heal was this chicken Mil[I] She as a trifling as hoe, she rocked BoscoAccosted dudes at every barbequeWalking around with her ass exposed{L} Yo she always had to pose, didn`t know she had storedHalf the coke up in the caseroleBut that was going on(E) Yo hold on, y`all niggas got it all worngBesides the skimpy clothes, she had her art formPlus she only worked with knowledge and how to lick cokeIn all forms, with some Columbian cats is where she got her sauvy fromThough used to hate `em, called them niggas fake maricons{L} I see you quoting his wordsWhat yo roll with this herb?(E)Ya well, we used to run togetherHim in the Second, me on the Third{L} I guess you had visions of homebaseHoping both clicks could have merge(E) Word, we held hits `til shit was submergedChips could splurge, but one of his niggas, PortisheadHe was a bitch and a herbI couldn`t feel the real in his words, that`s what I observedAnd if you asked me when he was knockedHe just got what deserved[I] Yo marking the wordsI`m feeling sure the words served a personal grudgeType of hit, if push to shove turned to murderous lust(E) yeah nigga all of the above, I got no loveShould`ve seen that nigga`s face when the glock showed up[I] Yo you speak of the kid like you seen him get hit{L} Probably did(E) Aight, fuck it, I was actually hidIt was a dark, ??? down stormQuiet in the sound, eternally blown sky high vibing to CoppertoneFaces of shitstains bloddied up like clothes as I wornEyes lited up like shouldn`t have comeAs I formally stated, it was way past dawnAnd, seeing visions of deathBut he was way past gone, way past mournIron clad ears made of Teflon made it hard for him to change his platform[I] Yo that`s a sad song, played over a monotone backbone(E) `Cause seen the shots, blown his wig back he switched time zones[I] Nothing like cheese in his calzoneI guess his style got thrown(E) I heard a swift up in the backgroundAnd with a grapple of thunder, as shells piled up[I] Thought he couldn`t be touched(E) Pain increase like bills pile up[I] Then the ER came up(E) Still, it wasn`t enoughIt left him awe struck, by the blood bath`Cause the scene was such[I] Yo E, if you wasn`t cousinI think you know way too much{L} Matter fact, I`m saying blackI`m contemplating you bus(E) For real it`s a battlefield, in guns we trustWhen I saw him it was in post mortemAlright, you know whatFuck it, I shot him! *echoed*

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