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[Intro] |
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Yeah...Webby |
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I drop 50 bars, mad bars, raised the bar twice |
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The bars are on me all night |
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If they wanna go bar for bar we can do it on sight |
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I'm a beast, you're gonna never see me lose a bar fight |
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[Verse 1] |
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Everyone got an opinion but they won't step up |
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Can do a ******* handstand still got no leg up |
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So go ahead, talk your *************t, yo, come on get tough |
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I'll Instagram a ************* pic, you could all get ****** |
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I'm still as sick as a malaria patient, I'm very impatient |
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Stomping up the stairs of the ba*************t (I'm coming) |
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No hibernation, yo, this bear is awakened |
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And half the game be softer than what Ben and Jerry are making |
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I'm a transcendentalist with literary arrangements |
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Vocabulary is like a dictionary replacement |
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But they only talking money and they last time I was checking |
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The greater percentage of America is in a recession (hold up) (what) |
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So what you're sayin' is these diamond crusted necklaces |
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And convoluted messages is really what you're messing with |
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Where's the **** *************t what happened to that |
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Back when people stepped up to the mic and actually rapped |
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But now I'm on it, been here for a minute, and now I'm back to get them |
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Had this devil on my shoulder during catechism |
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Staying high from the purple and the hash I'm hitting |
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Brain moving slower than Rick Ross' metabolism |
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I'm here to rap a rhythm, so why you saying *************t (why) |
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So many ******* punch lines, I'm about to break my wrist |
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Undefeated, yo, I'm hard to be playing with |
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I'm the king, alter alias is Marcus Aurelius |
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Killing beats, murder scene, and I'm wa*************ng my hands carefully |
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Scrubbing all the blood out the trunk of the Grand Cherokee |
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In need of therapy but the doctor's scared of me |
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Says I need a trip to Shutter Island cuz apparently |
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I've lost my damn mind,yo, I'm sick in the head |
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The reason women say that chivalry's dead |
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I'm that guy, trying to find some company laying in misery's bed |
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Staying blunted with a fifth to the head |
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Judge Dredd with a weapon now, laser beam flow bout to blast that |
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Mother ******* lyricist, you can hashtag that |
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Freestyle crazy, they like; "Yo, how he rap that?" |
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So hot off the top, I'll melt the plastic in my snapback |
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In a hatchback running people over till your body parts are stuck in my motor |
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Never sober, I got to charge my G-Pen like 12 times every weekend |
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Sharks and minnows with it always treading in the deep end, *************t who needs friends |
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I got my headphones, an iPod, rhyme book and a pen, homes |
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*************t, I even got bars in a dead zone |
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I get it crackin' like chiropractors with neck bones |
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*************t, I been slept on, way too ******* long now |
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Studied every fork in the road taking the long route (yes sir) |
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Mapped it out like cartography, build my bridges strong |
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And now I know that anyone that stomps at me will tremble in my hands |
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Run them off my lands, see I always stuck it to the man |
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************* it, cuz I can, bringing out the ruckus is my plan |
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Puffing on a gram, if you want some trouble I'm your man |
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Comfortably stand right where I'm at |
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Soon to be legend, ain't no fighting the facts |
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About to rise to be a mother ******* titan of rap |
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Give them pieces of my soul and put my life in a track |
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In the game where people quick to put that knife in your back |
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Gotta teach yourself to move like a wolf or get preyed on |
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************* blowing up the real challenge is to stay on |
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You must be ******* stupid if you take on |
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This crazy white boy, keep my game face on |
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And my shades on, and my brim low, and my mind right |
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Cooking up a sick flow, chewing through my leash, now see the kid go |
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Because now we here *************, welcome to the show |
