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We will ensure that our government never opens the door to the use of cloning... for human reproduction. It is dangerous, profoundly wrong and has no place in our society or any society. This order is an important step in advancing--

But when everything comes out it's going to blow the lid off of everything, because this is the biggest damn story in human history, and it's simply this: You are not alone and you have never been alone

Bobby Ray, Bandz
Bobby Ray ha-ha
Show your belly button if you ain't a clone
Show your belly button if you ain't a clone
Show your belly button if you ain't a clone
If you a surrogate you homegrown
Why you still got them damn panties on?
Why you still on your damn camera phone?
Bobby Ray Bandz on Genghis Khan
Walking in with the damn Daniels on
Haters on my dick, no I ain't alone
Airports sell too much damn cologne
State niggas wear too much damn cologne
Pack so loud smell it through the phone
Bob when you gonna write a book for shits sake?
But niggas don't read so I keep making mixtapes
I keep making mixtapes
Everyone I meet shop a beat or a mixtape
See they plan to enslave
And make a billion dollars just off inmates
Clone meat your intake
Chicken look like it do nothing but lift weights
And you just fixed the big plate
Kids looking grown by fifth grade
Other day I saw a baby in a stroller
Little nigga had a goatee and a temp fade
Goatee and a temp fade, goatee and a temp fade, goatee and a temp fade
If chemtrails are clouds when I pee it's lemonade
Over and out, air force flying over my house
Helicopters flying over the crib
We get it, you know where I live
No fucks, you know what I give
No chill, fuck Neil he's a shill
Cornrows, my Achilles heel
Get harder than malaria still
Get harder than surgical steel
I give it to her she like, 'Hercules real'
Word to the tower I'm a modern day seal
Verbally kill, I hurt you for real
I'm from the city where the goons often lurking the field
And if the cops don't kill then the murderers will
Can't hire these stripes, gotta earn them for real
How you gon' search for whats real
When all the preachers that you worship be perverted for real
And this will never play on syndicated radio
Cause that's just the way it goes

Yeah, in my bloodline, uh
Cherokee in my bloodline, yeah
Cheekbones in my bloodline, yeah
Weed shows in my bloodline, yeah
In my bloodline, in my bloodline, in my bloodline
Wanna cross me out like a plus sign, uh

What's behind a supernatural, is it actual?
I blow your mind like explosives in a cantaloupe
A stick of dynamite in your cantaloupe
Astral project, I astral catapult
What the fuck you laughing for?
Chain hang from my clavicle
You were inside of my admiral
Eat you like an enzyme or a cannibal
Like I'm holding election with Hannibal Lecter
Tied up in the stretcher hitting on a professor
Man I roll up the lettuce
Get stoned like Rosetta
Too faded tryna hold it together
You've been demoted a letter
You slow enough to trigger motion detector
You could lead a horse to water but you can't make him drink
You can lead someone to knowledge but you can't make him think, Bandz

Yeah, in my bloodline, uh
Cherokee in my bloodline, yeah
Cheekbones in my bloodline, yeah
Weed shows in my bloodline, yeah
In my bloodline, in my bloodline, in my bloodline
Wanna cross me out like a plus sign, uh