| Yeah |
| You know where I'm from, nigga |
| Yeah |
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| I represent a town full of ghosts |
| Where the sun won't shine through the clouds and the smoke |
| Just a bunch of dead people, runnin' 'round with no souls |
| And that's where I was found, you ain't know? |
| Sit 'em down, tell 'em so, I represent a town full of ghosts |
| Where the sun won't shine through the clouds and the smoke |
| Just a bunch of dead people, runnin' 'round with no souls |
| And that's where I was found, you ain't know? |
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| The telephone's glitchy, signal really poor revise |
| The Devil wore dickies and Lucifer wore Levis |
| True to the core, something that you would ignore, he lies |
| Even chicks clutchin' Mac-10, you woulda swore was T-Boz |
| Speakin' of turnin' left, I, see how slick they talk when you dead |
| Bring 'em back , y'all would have to shoot at Shakur three times |
| Who woulda thought, rewind (Back) |
| It's like you gotta hold a gift to know we coexist, truly it's all designed |
| By the evil that hate us, consumin' us more each time |
| We consume it like eatin, our view, it destroys the minds |
| Homeless and still human, but few will ignore each time |
| Shit, they were transparent before Bruce went to go and decide (What?) |
| What his will is, I got a sixth sense and a fifth element, truly it's hard when |
| we die |
| Roamin' the streets at two in the morning, sleep, why? |
| Ain't no rest for the wicked, that's who we at war wit', but me? I |
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| I represent a town full of ghosts |
| Where the sun won't shine through the clouds and the smoke |
| Just a bunch of dead people, runnin' 'round with no souls |
| And that's where I was found, you ain't know? |
| Sit 'em down, tell 'em so, I represent a town full of ghosts |
| Where the sun won't shine through the clouds and the smoke |
| Just a bunch of dead people, runnin' 'round with no souls |
| And that's where I was found, you ain't know? |
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| Been wantin' Jimmy since princes, Makaveli 'fore he left Earth |
| Lektor been a specter interceptin' wit' a sceptre |
| Yes, nurse? I'm nutty's what was said by the professors |
| Shoot, dealin' away, I'm too real, I'm investin' in the steppers |
| You on a bench, not like me, though, I'm pressin' 'til my chest hurt |
| Could spot you like a leopard, but you never wanna get work |
| Higher than most, this will get biblical by the next verse |
| Or an exorcist excerpts who ain't never gave an F-word |
| I would, wit' migraine pain, but yes, of course my head hurts |
| Before you medicate us, please bring us back from the dead, first |
| Was in the ward, eatin' a biscuit, limpin' like Fred Durst |
| Like God got my back? Is Christ sure? Let me go get hurt |
| Check with the exerts, left with the vets like pet fur |
| On how I dropped Get Well Soon, only to get worse |
| But here I am, I'm packin' everything since birth |
| Hopin' to help hella people do the same, cause yessir |
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| I represent a town full of ghosts |
| Where the sun won't shine through the clouds and the smoke |
| Just a bunch of dead people, runnin' 'round with no souls |
| And that's where I was found, you ain't know? |
| Sit 'em down, tell 'em so, I represent a town full of ghosts |
| Where the sun won't shine through the clouds and the smoke |
| Just a bunch of dead people, runnin' 'round with no souls |
| And that's where I was found, you ain't know? |
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| Niggas know where I'm from |
| It's hella spooky outside, nigga |
| Ahh, ahh |
| Niggas know what it is with me |
| Represent a town full of ghosts |
| Where the sun won't shine through the clouds and the smoke, nigga |
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