| It be that Tascam villian, not claiming I’m a Sicilian
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| Gambino at the pavilion, frontin' like I got a million
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| While y’all niggas coming up to me, «Hey yo, can I get a beat for free?»
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| That’s like the dopeman selling all his stash for no fee
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| Or a ho working on the ave. |
| for no money
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| We keep it movin like poverty, my whole zone’s on that Lost Art tranquility
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| Stashin' styles like the lottery the novelty of soul
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| I’ll hit ya in the head, the slang buster
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| Niggas wanna test, we shine like Almustafa
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| «Madlib the bad kid», I’m the one to hit ya with the total bliss
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| Whether extra crisp or mad dirty poppin' hiss
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| The shit sound better than yours cuz we got the force
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| While you’re going off course, like you’re giving up drawers
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| «The beat conductor», I simply grab the mic and bless
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| I wonder how many jealous suckers are gonna try and test, so yo
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| Chorus: Medaphoar
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| Why ya wanna test like you’re keeping it real
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| While faking for the success and dollar bills
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| I’m gonna make the cash for the reason I still will
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| Keep it how I kept it no matter on how you feel
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| It’s like
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| Why ya wanna test like you’re keeping it real
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| While faking for the success and dollar bills
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| I’m gonna make the cash for the reason I still will
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| Keep it how I kept it no matter on how you feel
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| I’ll take it back like Just-Ice
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| And keep my flow on the basics so I’ll hit precise
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| Kinda like we device on the 1200, DJ Romes give a slice
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| While ya rhymes sound like Fisher Price
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| Heist, I run a shiesty pon mice
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| When the design hit nice
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| I’ll bet none of your lines can suffice
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| In my realm of darkness, use you as a sacrifice
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| The only thing that you can take from me is advice
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| Stepping over here to battle me, I’ll strictly entice
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| Like my nigga bag the dice watching your crew splice |