| One glass of choc' lay in the cut, just wanna murk out
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| Skills I flex like a workout, getting the dirt out
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| Beneath my fingernails, single sales it ain’t platinum
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| Rack 'em together like a game of pool son you play the fool
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| In a pool abyss, shook like mix drink
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| You pretty in pink, bitch nigga shit stink
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| Thick link about the width of I-95
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| Ice like Rockefeller Center in the winter
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| Time dunn you feel the rhyme like a baby out the womb
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| Seal your fate like Grant’s Tomb
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| Used to rock a caeser with a half moon
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| catch the beat like diseases
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| can leave a bitter taste like coke seizures
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| Revoke visas cause we too fly
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| I’m too high, we too live
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| Like Uncle Luke son we count the loot
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| When you pay me, cause promoters is mad shady
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| We trying to eat but this time don’t forget the gravy
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| Y’all niggas is crazy
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| Trying to touch with all thumbs
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| How the fuck you gon' be big willie with no funds?
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| Pockets is parched, spring into action quicker than March
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| I leave you on the pavement fast, stiff and in starch
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| Then rip you in part, the way we flipping the art is ill
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| Erick and Parrish back together couldn’t get me to Chill
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| For real
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| A yes yes y’all
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| To the sure shot
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| To the sure shot
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| To the sure shot
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| This is how I make sense with words fiercely intense
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| Your title’s the expense on the featured defense
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| And it really doesn’t matter how much money you’ve got
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| Your material possessions or the size of your knot
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| Couldn’t keep me from exposing the fact that I was chosen to reign
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| On MC’s who’s main focus is cheese
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| You’ve exhausted your stay in this sphere
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| It cost US to delay and rebuild what you broke down but still
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| I’ma bring the light what’s been hidden by your darkness for so long
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| Watch me spark this so kids so long
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| Dig it
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| Joc’s a live wire with the sound that’s for hire
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| Trying to stop my music is like trying to stop a fire
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| Blazing out of control
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| With the wind working for it
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| Ain’t no phasing my soul, it’s too deep to ignore it
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| So continue meditation on the one you underrating
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| You already defeated like Jehovah beating Satan
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| With illumination florescent flavors we’re illustrating
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| Jealous cause you can’t stop my fam from creating
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| Over the solid times we’ve sold turning gold like Daytons
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| Worldwide, Basement Khemist and Jigs communicating baby |