| It’s hard to restrain, when shit gets such a merit state
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| States change like helouigenics, we’re dead I’m just full of merits
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| Only role-playin if she’s calling me Denice, and talkin like she’s from Venice,
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| I watch it like Wimbledon
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| Cause the flow is kinda deep but simple think it might be stoned
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| I just hope it puts a spell on you like Nina Simone
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| You hear the speakers moan, and that’s the rappers and apparatus
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| Wack producers classically trained to play maraccas, no majors to back us
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| Thought they’d wouldn’t see us on the plane like B A barrakas
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| Hip hop maintains through the veins, bless the whipper snappers
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| Some shit you catch and throw back because it swims backwards, looking more
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| like dim actors
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| I’m always high, sometimes sober and if that makin sense to then I guess your
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| just in a different coma
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| Spit promoter, but when they start to dribble man, its over, like they died
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| from overdose and exposure
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| Rap ain’t nothin but wack rap now see when i bring the 600 Mercedes out and
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| call wack rappers out
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| Just to lay this out
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| Leaf and BVA tell em we still own rap to this day
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| I’m on MTV gettin interviewed by swade, the most rappers can do for me is
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| carbernate
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| While I sit with your chick and sip chardonnay, child protective services,
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| I watch jen make a her eat the cake like anime?
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| Rappers got auddiences they never see, I guess they won’t fan away
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| The club was empty ask your MC lineup how long ya want me to wait
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| The boxes from my voice are startin' to shake
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| Don’t make me blunks boogie and harlem shake
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| Show ya team how they use shake and bake
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| I can’t cook right now cause these chickens is fake, they flower based,
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| I’m powerful with that white face
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| Y’all deodernt under my arms
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| Might set off the alarms
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| Its the reminder son
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| Your never on my mental plane but always want to be awards
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| Stuck on duty free trying find a style you can’t afford, choose your sword
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| The master of one will get rewards, makin souls look better like im woking at
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| the morge, had to trumatic birth, born with a cord around his neck,
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| so its only right ya gettin hang ups from what he said
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| As a kid I never rebeled like the rappers for the wisdom but got stuck behind
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| bars rick sampled made in prison is forgiven
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| Ya jealous with that look on ya face, while ya story leaves nowhere line a
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| nunso case, so what a waste
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| Lyrically we bring you the reminder your still tryin bite the dog like delicacy
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| in China
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| Trying to out rhyme ya but the beefs made up, like a ice girl that never had
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| the beef weighed up
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| Were heavy weight, like the kid in the line you ain’t gettin impregnate the
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| beat with words you can feed the kitten… |