| Spittin' heat like I ate a ghost pepper
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| You better get back to packing or I’ll leave your head severed
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| This shit to me isn’t rapping, it’s composing a set made of letters
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| And everybody know that I’m blowing up next winter
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| This is something to consider, I’m sinister, spitting sicker than anyone with a
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| trigger
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| My tongue is just quick as silver
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| Army meets up for dinner looking at the bigger picture
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| I’m slicker than everybody sitting and waiting up for the industry
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| I’m uplifting everybody in with me
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| You and all your friends consider watch while I just kill a beat
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| I’m supposed to be the quiet kid, lucky that my mic is logic
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| Girl is always tryna bluff, she’s piping up, I pipe her down
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| Tell me if you dig my style, wait I still don’t give a fuck
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| I’ve been past the stage where I want to know if I’m good enough
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| Everybody talks a lot I got my fans I’m purely skilled and surely you can tell
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| I’m set to kill if you don’t make the chop
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| A pen and I’m set to go
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| I’m thinking that you should know
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| I’m killing that lo-fi sound
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| I could kill it a lil bit more
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| They say care about my grades while I say they should learn to trust
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| That I am gonna make a lot and they gonna have to make it up
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| I’m tired of liars and disbelievers what‘d they doubt
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| I’m an overachiever reaching levels up with the clout (cloud?
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| Man I’m sure that you don’t see here what the hell I’m talking about
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| And if not then treat my name like a dick and keep it at your mouth
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| I’ve been grinding for a year, surprised to hear that I’m still waiting
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| Never hesitate to make a plate don’t stay I’m steady pacing rapping
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| Heavy weight I’m an underdog but it’s your chance
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| But I’ll let the music do the talking
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| Play the record, play the dance
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| Just some stuff I wrote
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| I been drawing with a loaded pen
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| This that type of song where you just wash, repeat and rinse again
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| You can use a stencil then
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| Every poem in my mind is just some frilly stuff that promotes the kid
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| It’s like the bars been on their loopy loop
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| Got me screaming woopdidoo
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| I’m never inspired to ever truly make a newer tune
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| Give a damn about opinions
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| Got me saying who is you
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| Hopped in on our way just like a train going chu chu
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| But that’s old habits, that’s all that matters I wrote it and showed it to
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| Halberd
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| Released it up in a package
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| I’ve been worried bout stacking and they just wanna attack me
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| I’m on the ground for the planet
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| But until then I’m just still waiting |