| If the world comprehended at the same level all sense would be common
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| Some will late bloom some have impecable timing, I said I did it with precision
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| And please dont try to duplicate this rendition (x2)
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| I’m the mixtape artist of the year, hip hop quotable of the month
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| I’m the DVD most promotional on the front
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| Most call me Papoose, you could call me
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| What you want every Thursday, the Drama Hour
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| I opened up when that storm hit the south and New Orleans sunk
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| Me and Kanye the only MC’s who spoke up
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| Taught you how to play monopoly, rise from the streets
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| Who am I? |
| I’m the hip hop police — they was undercover
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| But I made them look obvious now they some lost souls
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| They souls is bodyless from chest to hustle hard
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| You heard that track? |
| (I heard that)
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| God damnit I brought Green Lantern back
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| I’m the female rapper’s favorite male rapper
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| Dropped 10 mixtapes, I gave y’all chapters
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| Say my name when you sneeze, Pap it’s a blessing
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| And honor to be in this session Pete Rock is a legend
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| I’m the callin' the stress of a guns melancholy
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| High watchin' the judge objectify me
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| I ever get wet I’m hopin' the sunset will dry me
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| Real thugs will come clever wisely, I was always ahead of myself
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| So now I’m one step behind me
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| When it comes to thoroughcation my son’s reppin' lively
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| Even momma’s boy carry they guns next to mommy
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| They got jails with more sales than omni
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| These funny dogs say money talks
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| None of my funds never polly, copt one lick shot
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| None of my tongues never tie me
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| Shotgun gun shots spread when they plunge from the shotty
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| I doubt if the suns ever try me
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| Cause all my niggas got bodies on they guns
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| Guns on they bodies
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| These hard punks want what they battery charged up
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| Claim they got big balls yet they really large cunts
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| Since it’s everyday war when I spark up
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| I mix the green weed with brown & smoke a camoflauge blunt
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| «Now put that in your pipe and smoke it!» |