Know how to leave anything in thirty seconds
When you feel the heat coming
And flee with the murder weapon
Apply street rules to the office
High performance
You feel me?
All the people who made it hard
Who fucking made shit much harder than it had to be
I love those people
I should write them a fucking thank you card
That is tremendous fucking fuel
For you to go out and do the shit that you wanna do
Autobiographic, spit it on tracks
It becomes classic
Melodic, hypnotic productions
That'll fuck with your conscience and touch your emotions
Know how to leave anything in thirty seconds
When you feel the heat coming
And flee with the murder weapon
Apply street rules to the office
High performance
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