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Intro

Oh oh

Uh

Look

Verse 1

One

Two

Three

Walking the plank with a pocket of lead while they profit off bread that was stolen by snakes in the garden

Me and my cousins are dodging the warrants by leaping over fences like we was Olympic contestants in Sydney or something

I got a bundle of problems

Solving 'em with a revolving door

The hunger is haunting me

I need some more

Stacking the boxes up high in the attic where visions are erratic and nobody visits the ghost of the version of me that was timid

Look at the limit I pushed it and pulled it until it was crooked as politics

Swallowing vitamins bought from the corner store clerk with the eyepatch and accent

Rapping with passion that creates a fracture in time

I'm doing just fine

Caught in the trap with the wires and mesh

Selling the spirit to save on the flesh

Pre-Chorus

Pitching a fit

Throwing a curve

Taking what I deserve

Chorus

Don't get caught looking back when the heater comes through

Three strikes you are out and you're through

Nothing left to prove

Don't get caught looking back when the heater comes through

Three strikes you are out and you're through

One strike

Two strikes

Three strikes

Out

Verse 2

Rushing the stage like a riot in Brooklyn while keeping my booking agent on a leash made of velvet and tension

I mention the move is to maximize moments before the component of fate decides that my expiration is pending

Tending to business like Gus Fring in the basement of laundries where danger is lurking behind every chicken wing basket

Asking for help is a sign of a weakness I can't afford to display to the sharks in the water

Latter day saint with a sinner's ambition and vision that cuts through the fog like a laser pointer on a map of the city

Gritty and pretty but mostly just busy avoiding the sirens that scream in the middle of Tuesday

Who's they

Talking 'bout us like they know where we stayed

Running the bases in mud

Writing my name in the blood

Pre-Chorus

Pitching a fit

Throwing a curve

Taking what I deserve

Chorus

Don't get caught looking back when the heater comes through

Three strikes you are out and you're through

Nothing left to prove

Don't get caught looking back when the heater comes through

Three strikes you are out and you're through

One strike

Two strikes

Three strikes

Out

Beat Switch

Instrumental

Verse 3

Yeah

Check the mic check the neck check the pulse

Everything cold

I don't fold under pressure I just turn into diamonds

Climbing the mountain to spit on the climate

You looking for me well you found it

Bouncing the flow off the wall like a racquetball

Small talk is for people who lack a call

I'm at the top of the tower

Looking for cowards to devour

Step in the ring and get smacked

There ain't no turning back

Keep it a hundred no cap

I put my town on the map

Get it like that

Check the scoreboard

Boy you losing

Better start choosing

A different profession

End of the lesson