| A world wind of sound, I’m grabbing the Oscar
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| On top of my game so keep ya eyes up
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| Y’all can’t rise but y’all guys fall
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| I’m still high like blue skies where stars align up
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| Change the game, I’m crushing it
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| So hang yourself until you feet can dangle under ya
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| Build your empire up and I’m still crushin' it down
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| Until it look like legos tumbling
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| They mumbling that I’m tha illest, the new thing
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| So if the shoe fits, I’m lacing the shoe strings
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| Ballin' hard, my nigga’s Pat Ewing
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| God, got a couple tricks up under my two sleeves
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| Jot a couple lines on top of some loose leaf
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| And I need more then two sheets
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| No sleep at night, and even when the sun’s up
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| From beats to rhymes, I’m hard on both ends, call me numbchucks
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| Hook (2x):
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| They ain’t really saying nothing, we getting it
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| Them niggas ain’t spraying nothing, we getting it
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| Same lame niggas, same fronting, we getting it
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| Shame on a (Nuh), and if he say something
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| They can act like they don’t know, the hallo flows
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| Over there head, when I’m holding a pen
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| Call me an ink slinger; |
| give a beat a tattoo
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| And I stay on the roll, I’m sorta like crap shooting
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| I advance quicker then a cats movements
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| Chasing the mouse and breaking out strong as the Hulk
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| When he rip through cloth, all I do is stir up
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| Bars are sick, I’mma need cough syrup
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| Call the law firm up, we gotta case, another track
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| Tag had a verse full, turned up murdered
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| I’m a person, something like a furnace
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| Burning up, rising highs, a tidal wave nigga, surf’s up
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| My flow tight as a shirt tucked
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| The goal is to earn bucks, get a bundle of money standing up tall
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| I got the mic with a clutched palm
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| Having the audience off of they feet like a center at jump-ball
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| Hook (2x)
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| You young punks is pound puppies
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| I remember when you got your first pound
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| You was found lucky
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| That underground ugly (Cold!)
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| Since the silent whispers of lost souls and dead guppies
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| Roll with the underdog, give it up like applause
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| Robbing batsards masked it, Pete of tha paid pah (?)
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| That thirty-thirty knocked you nose off six blocks away
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| The sound of the city, that sound like a cave
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| Hook (2x) |