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It's Rittz, Jonny Valiant |
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Bitch Bon Jour carry on broad |
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I've been steady on the mic since back in '04 |
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Mother fuckers say I disrespect the art form |
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You don't wanna piss me off cause I'm a ticking time bomb |
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My thoughts GC everbody hardcore |
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When they hear that gun clap like an encore |
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Leave the car door looking like a dart board |
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More holes in your body than a golf course |
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Fuck that Imma stand tall, never fall short |
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Heard someone say I got the ball in my court |
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My boys, brother, and my homies something I'll die for |
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(Unclear) like a cyborg |
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I soar on the highway 85 north |
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Meet a little singer turn her down to 5,4 |
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I'm sure you ain't heard of me |
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But now it's time for |
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People looking in the sky like Lord |
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Chorus |
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It's White Jesus |
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Don't trip cause this ain't blasphemy |
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Actually that's my nickname |
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Rittz in this bitch |
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There's peace for plenty |
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And can't nobody fuck with the pen game |
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I spit rhymes and punchlines |
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I'm punisher |
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Man I'm coming like Big Pun in the 90's |
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I'm a son of a gun coming, and I promise ya |
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Rapping like fuck 'em if they ain't feeling where I'm coming from |
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Cause everyone fuck with him |
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We ain't even listen to 'em, we making fun of 'em |
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Say it right in from of 'em |
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Ain't no comparison |
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Fucker we're slumerican |
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And everything been looking lovely, the way they kickin' 'em |
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I've been observin' local rappers and it's troublin' |
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They bite so much, it's like someone needs to muzzle them |
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Some people's ego be so big they need some humblin' |
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They wishing I would disapear but here I come again |
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It's like I, finally got the ball run around fumblin' |
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Still crumblin' erb, drunken and slurd bumpin' them words |
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I must have emerged from nothing to something |
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All of a sudden everyone say they love me |
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And they call me |
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Chorus |
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It's been a long dark road and no one acknowldege me |
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Feelin' my homie, kickin' me when I finally hit bottom |
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When I was fallin' they was laughin' at me, watching me topple |
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I was callin', everbody walking on me stompin' |
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But they thought I was finished, they was sure I was done |
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Swung back as the rapper that I was gonna become |
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In the industry, noticing the majority's young |
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Cocky mother fuckers acting so important they just won |
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And my fam got me feelin' like I'm the normalist one |
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Cause everybody doing work wearing sonic and libel |
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All I can say is fuck, got damn it's my goal |
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My lyrics paint a picture like a Pablo Picasso |
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I know, that can't nobody fuck with the squad |
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Yelawolf, Shawty Fatt, Young Strugglin' muah |
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Don't let the long hair fool ya |
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I don't play the guitar |
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I'm a rapstar |
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