| We’re gifted in the way we flip that script
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| Ain’t boasting, feel like I gotta give that shit
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| We’re probably misfits but don’t just use words that fit
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| It’s concentration we’re breaking off more than you can spit
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| BVA
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| This is more than some mythology
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| I’ll be what you wanna be’s wannabe
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| Underground beneath the sea of G’s
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| Go get your degrees, I’ll smoke some trees
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| And still come sicker than a leper and come off just like
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| My policy is give a fuck what they all say
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| It’s all cock and ball play, I do this the tall way
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| Head high and puree, rapper’s like they’re brutes
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| Pack soul and dig deep, so heart’s and spades are my suits
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| One of music’s troops so I’m listening to anything
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| I use it like medicine or fuel for my menacing
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| If this was America you’d be chilling with the Mexicans
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| Skip the border, just ask Disorda we gets it in
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| Coming with raps like a dealer
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| Salute the BVA for selling weed, now all I’m selling is a leader
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| I make the track aggy but me I’m a peace keeper
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| Cus it’s on the record like the one they signed in Geneva
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| Verb T
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| Me and BVA reach out and seize the day
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| We just changed everything, shit’ll never be the same
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| Shoot from the hip you see, many sound shit to me
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| If this a competition then you gifted me victory
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| I got presence on the mic, now you fucking know
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| Spit a dope flow, then I wrap it up with a bow
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| But I’m not selfish, I gotta spread the gift
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| Women want Verb T on December 25th
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| Under the tree, wearing nothing but a grin
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| Do they? |
| Or do they ask man what the fuck is up with him?
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| It’s The Four Owls, deliver like three kings
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| Glasto to Peking, the rap’s so appealing
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| You wanna chase fame, but that’s so demeaning
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| When all you ever really do is cat flows and eat dick
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| Deleted, you’ll never work in this town again
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| Trends come and go, but you know the real sound remains |