| I get on my jawn, when I perform I grab the bull by the horns
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| You probably should try to do it, I body you maricóns
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| My dynasty alliance, full of firearms, carriers
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| Kings who pull strings like a Stradivarius
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| His imperial highness is smart as smart appliances
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| Sharper than the academy of arts and sciences
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| Thought’s a scientist, plus what tragedy to triumph is
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| Try, try again, I rule the night with an iron fist
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| An indication that you’re close to dying, I am this
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| The black Moses, black roses, black violins
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| When niggas go up against the choir, the sire wins
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| It ain’t no way to try and cleanse true leviathans
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| I’m hard-wired but it’s barbed wire
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| I took that vanity, threw it into the bonfire
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| Some iffy shit transpire, them guns gon' fire
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| I never see my reflection, I’m like a vampire
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| Your empire expired, don’t test the Esquire
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| I’m blessed, the messiah, no less than fresh
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| I am the best, you just tired, the fuck, is you stupid?
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| This is true grit, I’ma call it the new shit |