| I don’t think you know who in it to win it, I spit it definitive
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| Ripping every lyric, they spit it ridiculous
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| Listen this kid is very gifted like St. Nicholas, on the twenty fifth,
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| let’s get it nigga we on!
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| They gave me a Blood diamond, Sierra Leone
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| Make the beat rock Celine would be Dion
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| Pass in the zone when ET pointed home he tried ringing my phone in other words
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| we gone
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| Worse every verse a curse I need a clone
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| 'Less I’m in the mirror I feel like I’m so alone
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| Animals and mammals that channel my vocal tone, I’m the hannibal cleric so
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| wanna bone, I’m a monster
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| Conquer rastas, living past the choppas redenbacher poppin til the top off
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| Your mouth comes apart like hot pasta, a mobster when I chomp penne alla Vodka
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| Sorry that I’m braggadocious, but what matters most is, rappers notice,
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| I’m in combat
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| Fully on the pack of roaches, and the back of the stove I’m about to raid and
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| spray it, they all flat
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| I don’t think they know who they playing with, I don’t think they know who they
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| playing with
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| Had to say this shit twice, make sure I reiterated it, your career hated it,
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| hand it up, Basquiat painted it
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| Who do you impress? | 
| Doing advanced of night checks in the cemetery,
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| doing it to death
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| Move to the left, with your muscle shirt glued to your chest
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| News check, you’re in school with a vet
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| I ill and kill at will, teach em' a skill that’s real you’re no thrill
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| So just stand still and chill as I bill
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| Science I drill until my rhymes fill, your head up
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| Cause I ill and kill at will, teaching a skill that’s real you’re no thrill
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| So just stand still and chill as I bill
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| Science I drill until my rhymes fill, your head up
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| Don’t even get up, the teacher is teaching, so just shut up
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| Shyea!
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| Remember the time in the presence
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| Who enlightened the menace, who can rhyme like the best, with a co-sign from a
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| legend
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| But when hiding your message with no sign of direction, but the eye is
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| respected, in my eyes you’re a peasant
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| Handing me nines like detention, like they sliding a debit because I will
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| pretend this
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| And you sugarcoat your lyrics so much you gon make a diabetic die, die in bed,
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| full of die embedded (wow)
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| Back off of this, mad artist will lack confidence
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| Mad obvious, cause he might be defensive
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| (Which means) he’s hiding aggression, (which means) he’s fighting himself,
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| (which means) his time will be endless, (Ehhh, let’s go)
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| Everybody talking like you perfected this some kind of a method
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| But I see crack on the back of your diamond embedded, it’s not even a kind of
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| impressive, I’m trying to get it because
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| You do everything he do because everybody loves him
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| But nobody gonna pay for two people doing one thing
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| So you might have views but you cancelled the ticket
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| (Damn man) better get it, (blam, blam) when I kill it, (and fans) will be
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| flipping, (handstands) like a gymnast, (and) man in a minute, (grand) stands
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| will be biggest, (grand) can any woman, (slam) stamp every lyric (Ayy!)
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| That’s why they root me for real
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| You said that you’ve never failed
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| But right now our fresh writers you have gone stale
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| You caught red hand and you read with your hands like brail
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| Hell naw, you ain’t near it
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| I’m the epitome, the peak, the apex, the pinnacle of critics
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| I’ll enter lyric with every piece of grammar
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| You might meet Token, but you will not meet his standards
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| I ill and kill at will, teach em' a skill that’s real you’re no thrill
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| So just stand still and chill as I bill
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| Science I drill until my rhymes fill, your head up
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| Don’t even get up, the teacher is teaching, so just shut up |