| Every year they say I’m back, but I never left you
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| My shit is next level, I raise the threat level
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| I got a permanent spot in the top ten
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| I live there, you corny niggas just drop in
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| You super lame, you don’t really understand music
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| The true remain, and you hate it because you can’t do it
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| You transparent, they can’t stand it, the fans boo it
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| Your chick the finish line: the whole hood ran through it
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| She try to act like Cinderella but that ho frontin'
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| End of the night her toes bunion, coach become a pumpkin
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| They wanna act like I owe em somethin', I don’t owe em nothin'
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| Watch you niggas break fast like they toast butter
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| A perfect storm and the coast is flooded
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| Mos discovered that my flow is gutter
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| You posers sound like your growth is stunted
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| Rap snitches diggin' ditches, working undercover
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| Real recognize real, we don’t know each other
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| It’s that new guy, all I do is make trouble
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| On some pills, now it’s soundin' like the bass muffled
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| Just a normal dude, focused with a straight hustle
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| I’m down to Earth yo, Challenger space shuttle
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| Blue collar and cold as a Coolatta
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| I’m the king up in the burbs so they callin' me Mufasa
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| Kill it on the mic and I do what I do proper
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| Just watch when I’m rocking like bada-bing bada-boom mama
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| I’m an animal, ferocious, I don’t suggest you approach it
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| Or provoke it, cause the last time the doctor gave a prognosis
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| He said I was out my fuckin' mind in case you hadn’t noticed
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| So just pass me my bottle of Adderall so I can focus
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| And some bomb tree, cause it’s C-Webby and Kweli
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| Here to drop heat, so the wack rappers they gwan leave
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| Baby watch me, cause until I’m on the top seat
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| I’ma kill em and no one can stop me, motherfucker
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| Y’all in trouble, I ain’t even get my feet wet
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| You know how much sweet flesh my teeth get these beats just
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| Seasoning, no reasoning, primalistic defeat again
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| When we begin to walk leaves fall from all of the trees and then Weaker men was
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| raised their head to peek within the valley
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| Pterodactyl, beat screech, leeches swim and stampede begins
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| Me and them, same species different creature
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| When I bleed this pen just know you’re breathing in Joell Ortiz and em
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| Occupy the top of the food chain, you bottom feeder
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| I’m on fire, they barely warm: koala fever
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| I ain’t even at my hottest either, y’all been lally gaggin'
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| Poppin molly, dressing drag, playing follow the leader
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| Me I’ve been bodying speakers, catching a body and beatin' em
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| Fucking buffied up bodies in Bali on holiday weekends
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| Your bitches do karate, they chopped and you probably eatin' em
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| Nasty, nigga |