| Yeah, alright, my flow sinister
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| This ain't rap music, this straight literature
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| Small minded nigga, all your ideas miniature
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| They tend to hate on you when they can't get rid of ya
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| I ain't going nowhere, twenty year career minimum
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| Call Hit-Boy for beats, ask for ten of 'em
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| I don't follow trends my nigga, I swing the pendulum
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| If the bitch bag a dipshit, I'm gon' give her some
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| Let's reflect times, I try to collect minds from complex rhymes
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| And by the way, shoutout Tech N9ne, uh
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| Go and shut the fuck up, just let me talk, nigga (Shut the fuck up)
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| I'm a time bomb that's waiting to go off, nigga
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| Quitе nuclear, amazing what fame could do to ya
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| Too peculiar, although I'm truly a Rеnaissance starter
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| My mind divine, this shit take me a lot farther
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| Growing up, shit, I really had beef with my father
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| But why bother explaining my feelings?
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| Try harder but either way, they gon' paint you the villain
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| Eight months with no phone dawg, we aiming for brilliance
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| Hi-Level maintain in the building, nigga, we making a killing
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| Yeah, alright, my flow sinister
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| This ain't rap music, this straight literature
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| Small minded nigga, all your ideas miniature
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| They tend to hate on you when they can't get rid of ya
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| A wise man told me that silence never betrayed him
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| Keep your mouth shut 'cause niggas got ultimatums (Yeah)
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| Stupid situations the tongue often creates them (Yeah)
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| The motor mouth nigga is usually causing mayhem
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| Lil' Tune flow sinister, I'ma finish ya
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| Many men gon' need ministers, I made men of them
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| Enemies, I'm the enema, I'ma shit on them
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| Just like my keys, drop my genitals on her dental work
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| My thoughts I keep confidential or it's consequential
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| Our philosophies unidentical, I'm not into ya
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| My Siamese brother Benjamin, it's how I stick to him
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| These diamond Bs all VVs, I call em' Vivica
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| Skatin' underneath a bridge, stay hustling as it is
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| Make money, feed the kids, ain't nothing in the fridge
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| Wake up, repeat the sins, eight blunts, I needed ten
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| Stay muddy 'til the lid, eight hundred, eat a dick
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| Yeah, alright, my flow sinister (Yeah)
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| This ain't rap music, this straight literature (Mula)
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| Small minded nigga, all your ideas miniature (Yeah)
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| They tend to hate on you when they can't get rid of ya
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| I ain't going nowhere, twenty year career minimum
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| Call Hit-Boy for beats, ask for ten of 'em
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| I don't follow trends my nigga, I swing the pendulum
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| If the bitch bag a dipshit, I'm gon' give her some
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| Yeah, alright, my flow sinister (Yeah, yeah)
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| Yeah, alright, my flow sinister
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| Huh, yeah, alright, my flow sinister
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| Never lied in my rhymes, you can go ask Jennifer
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| That's my mom's name, I create and find change
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| My mindframe ensured that forever I reign, motherfucker |