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[Damo & Ivor]You gotta be present for the moment of momentum You know you have the beats Kill a coward with my lyric the murder is corba venom You know you have the beats I'm hurdlin further engines, runnin through an entrance You know you have the beats [Beat] [The Karma Killers]This life is a numbers game, The rich the ive, the poor get blamed The rich are happy , and they're mean, the poor - just obscene... Such a resemblance in the mirror I see a blemish The chemist, I am with dentist, six senses As of now, life is tennis at Venice Such a breeze I can feel it Rollin up my sleeves, put a little hash in it Exceeding cash limits, if you got it ain't a bad image I play the ball, motherfucker - not half a scrimmage Your gimmicks just mimic cause you do not have an image [Damo & Ivor]You gotta be present for the moment of momentum You know you have the beats Kill a coward with my lyric the murder is corba venom You know you have the beats I'm hurdlin further engines, runnin through an entrance You know you have the beats [Beat] [The Karma Killers]Got my own flow, spend my own dough Drive my own car, fuckin grown hoes For these four-ohs, for these lil' bros And my door know, teachers don't know Vul-ner-able, shoot a porno Losin wardrobe, your body foreclosed When the doors closed, the mask of Zorro Her ass is moreso, a comedy I'm sick I'll probably suffocate from all of them vomiting Fuck commenting, I'm committing Taking off, rocketing while profit pocketing [Damo & Ivor]You gotta be present for the moment of momentum You know you have the beats Kill a coward with my lyric the murder is corba venom You know you have the beats I'm hurdlin further engines, runnin through an entrance You know you have the beats Hommaging, sock 'em bop 'em king, not fosters out the ring Boom bada bing, I gotta sing, you should fuckin honor me All these collard greens, dollar greens Presidents holla scream, prophesies Roll up and watch the leaves germinate, regurgitate First you like it then you love it; third is hate Nice girl with a heart of gold A little naive, a little bold Knocked' up tossed' out and abondoned, Now she's living on random Mom and dad worked and saved, Good and honest everyday For they're sweat , what did they get? An old age home and a medical debt You know you have the beats [Beat] |