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Yea, it's the Baldhead SLick ya heard, aka |
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Dog ruizi, my man Solar on the track. I'm about |
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To hit one out the park baby. Peep this |
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[Chorus] |
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You need to put me in the hall of fame |
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I'm worldwide, a legend in this game. Check the resume |
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You could put me in the hall of fame |
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I'm worldwide, a legend in this, Check the resume [x2] |
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[Verse 1] |
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Peep my groundwork, check how it's masterfully laid |
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Composition when written gets classically made |
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Start with a concept then collect the beat |
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Sit and write the bomb *******t and rep the streets |
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Respect my state of mind, I never waste a line |
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Suckers are featherweight, while I'm heavyweight with mine |
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I caught more war scars than others profess to |
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Don't ask me to kick no rap, ask me to bless you |
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It's special, just like a brand new three-eighty |
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Have you thrash your CD, 'cause man your forgaize |
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Or you could catch me with the gods building |
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You can catch me on the mic, spitting juice to all the god's children |
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If I sold out, I could've sold millions |
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But in a minute, I'm about to hold billions |
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'Cause after the charade, and after the parade |
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*****z got to pay homage, to the master of this trade |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Verse 2] |
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My lineage is large, my pilgreamage was hard |
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But I held down my *******, my images of God |
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I hit the corner like I'm real familiar |
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I get up on ya like a wise guy will be familiar |
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And all the haters want to throw me off, ******es want to blow me of |
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Got die-hard fans, like I'm holy cross |
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See I'ma put you in your place |
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*****z be shook when they see a crook With triggers in their face |
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The triple OG's is back in his rest |
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Scheming on the way, to kill a demon is his quest |
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I'm planning all the way, got cannons all the way |
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Got a boat load of artillery, landing on the bay |
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I never really cared about critical acclaim |
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Still I never let a punk, try to ridicule my name |
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And after all the hatin' and all of the debatin' |
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*****z will run to the stage, to see the master conversatin' |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Verse 3] |
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I'm like a one-man army, You little bums can't harm me |
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And don't try to send no little holocs to charm me |
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The hall of famer with my microphone flamer |
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The baller trainer with my monotone banger |
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I travel light years mentally |
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Essentially I'm wise, as if I've been here for centuries |
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And after the charade, and after the parade |
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*****z got to pay homage, to the master of this trade |
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[Chorus x2] |
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Audience ovations |
