| Being transported to a new and separate reality
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| Now watch how I’m flipping things
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| I’m the man behind the scene pulling the puppet strings
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| Married to the rap game without a diamond ring
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| Keep it a hundred percent authentic, I’m not a a ringtone
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| Rapper that’s candy apple super sweet
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| My flow filthy like gutter water on dirty streets
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| Bang on the machines and bang out a beat
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| Get fans out of the seats, wake people that are sleeping out of their dreams
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| Can’t tell where I cut it, there’s no seams
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| Back like I got a score to settle, I’m on another level
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| I stutter step with the pebble just like the running rebels
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| F*ck the current direction of rap, I’m the exception
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| 40 cake, records raw with no protection while a chain swing
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| Name of the beast gangrene, make Gs, money like hoes
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| No chasing em, I make em chase me, custodian of streets I sweep
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| Drama king when it come to this music it’s not a thing
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| I radiate, next to the Sun I’m the hottest thing on the planet
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| Hands dirty from working like a mechanic
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| Under the hood, animal I’m up to no good
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| For anybody that don’t understand
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| Underestimate the class won’t pass like an undergrad
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| Under that I reign like thunderclaps
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| Storm through like Tom Clancy without a gat
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| But the team strapped make niggas ease back
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| Spit raw uranium, y’all don’t wanna see that
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| Radioactive to radios active
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| My radius is massive, radiate classic
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| Material, ride, bang in my stereo
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| You’re looking for the the real
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| Here we go, gangrene, cut off the bad limbs
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| Back to some mad men madness
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| The mathematics
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| Mic the masterful back at it
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| With ALC, even his fiends wanna get a crack at it
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| Like crack addicts deep addiction is like black magic
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| But this fresh and the car’s more damaged
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| Cause we more savage, a beast with more patterns
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| Than patches on the front and back of some old jackets
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| From the old Jacksons it’s the newest
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| Rollers wishing to see what’s happening
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| Explosive bullets most will fall off in your wholesome hoodie
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| Sit there staring in your eye, toast of Phillie
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| Rhyme with Big Willie
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| The hood brother
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| Spit phlegm, jumped in, we knowing the hitmen
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| Every other optional flow gets the clip then
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| Blow for a second, be back and then come get men
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| Clap cleaner all my ratchets Wolverine screener
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| My inner beam will flow chemo
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| Rap made
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| Assed in greeno
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| Greenish, bitch driving Filipino
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| Gun in your mouth, don’t laugh at me
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| Don’t even laugh with me, got 40 clips and a staff with me |