| This is who you call the truest out the newest fold
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| 'Til people watching our every move
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| Like it’s the Truman Show (Ugh!)
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| Coolest flow, signal to my crew the cue to go
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| With they finger on triggers, gunpowder under cuticles (Ugh!)
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| And, newest flow shows as ugly as warzones, yeah
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| Shit is ugly as Lady Gaga’s wardrobes (Ugh!)
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| Word to Dilla, his verses iller, the words are killer
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| Ain’t heard nothing this legendary out
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| Since the birth of Thriller (Ooh!)
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| My human nature to expose teams seems
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| These rapping niggas are girls, pre-teen Billie Jean
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| Seems they love when I’m performing (Ha!)
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| They laugh at your performance (Yeah!)
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| My shit is Martin Luther, your shit is Martin Lawrence (Oh!)
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| Touring on a plane in somewhere in the world new
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| In the clouds, listening to Stevie Wonder’s «Girl Blue»
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| So true, dude is feeling confident and feeling taller
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| I’m feeling on top of the world without the fear of falling (Yeah)
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| Ugh
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| Ugh
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| Yeah
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| I said, niggas known to talk a lot get chalked up
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| I say I’m sitting in a coffee shop
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| I don’t mean I’m at no Starbucks
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| Just me and Vishis rolling 'round like we don’t need no niggas
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| Just these triggers; |
| we old school like Dean Pritchard
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| You can’t take the heat, get yo' ass out the kitchen
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| Matter-fact, take yo' ass back in there and wash the dishes
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| I’m ready for war, I know what you’re thinking
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| I already said it before
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| You better get ready for this deadly medley
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| Whenever we here to record (Oh!)
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| I can cut into you in my sleep like stepping to the weak
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| I can catch a bullet in my teeth (Woo!)
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| I’m known as who not to go at, don’t ask, just never tempt me
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| You can bet yo' ass you’ll have no ass you bet against me
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| Ugh! |
| I’m in the best shape of my life lyrically
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| I don’t even write seriously; |
| I just fuck around
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| Like a rolling stone, I lay the hat in many homes
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| Bad boy like Diddy Combs
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| Shoulders, what his whole entire city on
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| Yo! |
| You need to be amputated (Ugh); |
| I’ll snap you in minutes
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| I left Detroit rappers in fitteds decapitated
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| It’s not a dumb threat 'cause though I’m not what I’ll become yet
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| I’ll challenge some vet and stick it to him like a drum set
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| Clap the matic; |
| I’ll flip like an acrobatic
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| Slap fanatics with murderous rap mechanics
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| I’m worth pay, pockets go green like it was Earth Day
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| That’s why I blow cake like it’s my birthday
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| The way I roll: envision a city blob
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| Half of y’all shouldn’t rap
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| Y’all do a shitty job like colon cleansing
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| And I’m dying to test ya, no denying I’m applying the pressure
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| Like the iron I rely on that lie in the dresser (Ugh)
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| Several try and get they Kangol crushed
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| Cause my skills ill like slicing up devil’s pie off of angel dust
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| You left behind me looking shadowy, it’s fatality
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| To ever try to handle me like a piano key |