| Yeah, Destro, let’s go
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| You wanna get gas
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| Your neck got snapped on the petrol
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| Brace for the impact rhyming tact
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| My radiation burn reflects pitch black
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| Darkness unload the cartridge
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| Put in work unload cigar shit
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| I was told if I got hit, to hit back harder
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| Don’t be an easy target
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| Damn, the bully got punched and cried
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| Who would have thought he’d be the one who run and hide
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| Damn
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| I’m a pristine machine, score like Akeem, the dream
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| Watch me receive the ring
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| I’m a champion, I don’t care who’s camp he’s in
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| I am about to get ampt again
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| I feel, strong enough to stamp the win
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| Trademark here’s a little sampled then
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| Gather round, I’m the new cool in town, seven mile
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| My city don’t fuck around
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| I am a Stone’s Throw away from making pay
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| But if not, everybody’s ducking down
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| Not a soul can test the technique
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| No time to play around like a deadbeat
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| Sun these rappers and I don’t pay child support
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| Prolly why they barely speak
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| I gotta check one every week
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| Seems like, green like, press repeat
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| I’m on go mode, so blowed
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| Me and fam just burned through the whole roll
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| Then I went freestyled the whole show
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| They like, damn, Guilty dude, clap your hands
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| Catch me and the crowd giving dap to fans
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| Vibing off Dead Prez' African
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| Burning through the half again
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| Reach across strangers and pass to friends
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| It’s not a concern
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| It’s that strong, don’t get a radiation burn
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| The word superstar means, turn me off and i’ll tell you why
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| Because the word star means an illusion
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| It’s something what the puppet calls you |