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I know a lot of brothers that think that they can flow |
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But when i come through, it's like everybody's slow |
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One kid told me he used to be a pro |
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Until he bump heads with new cappachino |
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You might of seen my face in the old school arena |
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Dipped like a fresh kid sipping on pina |
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I'm a felony, y'all cats a misdemeanor |
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Eyeballing, all on my dick like gina |
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Smiling, you're not really ready for the whylin' |
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Came up strong but you scared of staten island |
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All on my chest, oh the big fat medallion |
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What you don't really want this here rut |
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Rhyme ? 2 rhyme slut |
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Battle wit dancehall king, you get struck by the lightning |
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I tear mics up, y'all need to quit |
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The name of this rhyme is i splashed the shit |
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Some of y'all sing like never before |
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I sleep all day while y'all trying to score |
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Then i wake up like alien 3 |
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Coming at y'all niggas that stole the rhymes from me |
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Bitch, this is how the poor got rich |
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Lay on the track then insert the hit |
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Nine months later, the rap world is pregnant |
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Wu babies blow kid, beware the segment |
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Rumor has it, donna darts create magic |
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Nobody in my team have it |
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You've seen my face on a $20 dollar bill |
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Then you hear my voice on an iron man reel |
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It's all tragic, rule not the bull shit-atrics |
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Your rap is swine, mines is like catfish |
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Birthday rap style, come on make a wish |
