| Yeah
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| Uhh
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| Somethin' mellow
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| Y’know?
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| Nothin' to it but to do it
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| Yeah
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| Follow me
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| Follow me, kill the game and I issue no apology
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| Prayin' they acknowledge me
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| Workin' hard, peep the artistry
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| Find somebody goin' hard as me
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| They can hardly see this rap shit really part o' me
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| Deeply embedded, I don’t sweat it
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| I leave a permanent mark, they won’t ever forget it
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| When I finish rockin' on the stage, then I jet it
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| Shit is never jotted down on page, get behaded if you steppin' into my arena
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| Evrything I spit off top soundin' cleaner
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| My demeanor match perfect to the jazzy hip hop
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| That’s why I’m gon' get prop'
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| I rise to the tip-top, I’m never gon' stay low
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| These rappers should lay low like Snoop Dogg and Nate, bro
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| You know what I’m talkin' 'bout, rockin' out when I be live on stage
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| Makin' all these other rappers just disengage
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| Yeah, this is flagrant how I’ma foul 'em
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| When I’m rhymin', most these rappers scowlin'
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| «Ooh, it’s appallin', it’s disgustin', trust 'im when he’s bustin',
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| nothin' can adjust 'im…
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| …He's never changin' nor rearrangin'!»
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| I’m flamin' entire industry instantly
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| All these hypocritical rappers be miserable actors
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| They never speakin' it truly
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| I be doin' this, no weaknesses in me
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| Yeah, and y’all know I’m on a win spree
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| I swiftly just put it together, tougher than leather, fresher than deodorant
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| Goin' 'n showin' them why I be glowin' when I be rhymin' in cyphers
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| Too hyper, strikin' since diapers, been earnin' stripes like a tiger
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| Either that or a zebra, the main feature, the leader
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| The one at the front o' the pack when runnin' my raps, when I speak, boom
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| Yeah, the thunder gon' clap, yeah, when I leave rooms
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| They start talkin', they start whisperin' like, «Yo, was that him?»
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| Yeah, most definitely had to be
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| I keep practicin' until I hit mastery
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| I be focused, I ain’t never movin' passively
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| And these rappers, they ain’t ready for the savagery
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| Uhh, «Why's he always rappin' 'bout rappers in all o' these chapters?» |
| I know…
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| Uhh, I should prob’ly switch it up but I just love this flow
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| Uhh, I just love the show
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| Uhh, I just love the shit talk
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| Honestly, these rappers don’t even make me pissed off
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| I got love for all the rappers
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| Now you wanna claim that I’m a actor
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| I’m just tryna prove that I’m the number one factor
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| It’s the Harry Macker, the Mack’nest
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| The disaster’s lit when I enter, change my name to Katrina
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| Flow like Aquafina, the high beamer
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| Pullin' up, not in no fly Beamer
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| Homie, I’m pullin' up in Mini Cooper
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| Shouts to my girl for lettin' me share it, yeah, she’s a trooper
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| Uhh, word to Lisa, the main feature
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| Be rockin' the theatre, droppin' the heater
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| You can’t see me losin', I can’t either
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| Uhh, all I see is winnin'
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| See us knock it out the park in the ninth innin'
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| Been dreamin' o' this since the beginnin'
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| Uhh, never thin, lyrics is the phattest, H-Mack is the maddest
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| Ever since a young’un, I done had this passion
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| It’s inside me, gettin' lively
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| See me climbing up the wall like ivy
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| Plugged in like a IV, I be Ivy League
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| Harvard with the lyrics that they can’t believe
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| Harder from the spirit, that’s how I’ma go
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| Rhymes 'n flows, Tic-tac-toe
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| Uhh, exin' out your O’s
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| Uhh, kisses 'n hugs to all the people in my fam
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| H-Mack came to slam, call me the man, god damn
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| Yeah, rockin' on the motherfuckin' drumbeat
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| Uhh, when they hear it, ain’t that some heat?
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| Yeah, I said, «Ain't that some heat?»
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| Uhh, I be workin' hard like a one-speed goin' uphill
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| Uhh, I’ma show you how love feels
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| Uhh, get this high without no pill
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| Uhh, yeah, rappers don’t feel no thrills
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| Uhh, but me, I be excited on the constant, I’m delighted, make you want it
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| Uhh, I’ma deliver it swiftly to your door 'n shit
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| People askin' for more o' this
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| When I’m rhymin' on corners, the kids pull out phones
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| They be recordin' it, puttin' it down like a record
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| Yeah, I got you feelin' better, came to scare ya like a specter
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| It’s whatever, it’s whatever, it’s all good
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| Spell it out and make it understood
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| It’s the H, it’s the A, it’s the R, it’s the R, it’s the Y
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| It’s the M, it’s the A, it’s the C, it’s the K-in'
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| Killin' every time I rock the mic with no delayin'
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| Most livest with saliva sprayin'
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| What!
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| Yeah, said I’m the most livest with saliva sprayin'
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| Uhh, yeah, yeah, I’m spittin' acid, got these other cats decayin'
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| What! |