| I needed to focus
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| (Laughs) Shit
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| You live for that moment
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| (Laughs)
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| That’s funny
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| THAT’S FUNNY!
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| Let me begin by descending my hands into the essence
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| Feet are rooted in soil using Atlas as leverage
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| I’ve been here since bacteria was bubbling
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| The world was just puddles and
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| Land mass was snorkeling forever so let us
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| Prey upon these rappers eating lettuce
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| You bitches never ill enough to cypher in my presence
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| Wearing this food chain upon my neck
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| Equator on my hips, hold the earth inside my breast-t-t-t
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| (Goddamn!)
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| Hold the earth inside my breath
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| Cause I tell you bout this life until I’m clutching at my chest
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| That’s right, your boy’s doing it to death
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| I’mma do me and you can worry 'bout the rest
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| We never sleep, we ain’t worried 'bout the rest
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| Till my big dick is six feet under, that’s when you’ll love me
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| Bathrobe and shorts bumpin playboy bunnies
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| Long hair, don’t give a fuck about your homie
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| Head up with the vision and the weave, and walk slowly
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| If I ever hear you talk lowly about the boy low key
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| It’s over, respect due like library books, primarily
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| A nice guy with fiery hooks
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| These words leave them shook in every cranny and nook
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| They smoking bammer with their mans hoping I never look
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| As they should, tell him I’m up in his hood
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| Looking like a fucking lumberjack and chopping his brood
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| It’s popping like the opera when I get this head
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| But when I get this bread, call me the phantom of the pasta
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| Kafka-esque, your wallet look like it’s doin the Atkins
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| My mind’s spread like tough actin' Tinactin
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| You gotta drop the mic when you talk about back then
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| This isn’t back then, no country for wack men
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| Don’t let me justify my terrible action
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| Listen to the rhymes with minerals and gems
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| Listen to the rhymes with minerals and gems
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| Minerals and gems
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| I’m in the cut (So what?)
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| So give it up (So what?)
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| Player, if you’re fronting on me, you’re fucking up! |
| (So what?)
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| I kick it from the sea (So what?)
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| To the space (So what?)
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| And I’m just giving you people a little taste (So what?)
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| And if I’m in town (Ok)
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| Don’t turn around (Ok)
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| Keep it moving like you didn’t hear a sound (Ok)
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| Cause I’m a champ and I don’t play around (Ok)
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| So if it ain’t a pound, I don’t want your ass around
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| I don’t want your ass around |