| Yo, rap professor
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| Acknowledge the scholar shit, no scholarship
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| Wordplay wizardry, giving me a conglomerate
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| Follow this, those who don’t, fuck it they face abolishment
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| Suckas slurp sleepers and psychologically swallow dick
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| Shit, ain’t the same Sean from the last album
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| Don’t smoke weed, I’ll smoke your seed when I blast barrels
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| Clap Harold in the ride with Cain
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| Bitch niggas burnt, lyrically I’m supplying the flame
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| Deriding the game
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| So raw, I throw cut on it
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| Track ain’t cracking unless Ruck on it
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| Like, who the fuck want it?
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| Cricket noise in the background
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| Niggas quiet, can’t do a thing when I smash down
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| Claiming your King, word to god I will snatch crown
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| Put it back on my head, I’m taking it back now
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| Sean Price on some new and improved shit
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| Life is a chessgame, I’m stragically moving
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| Your move, bitch
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| Yeah, yeah, down for whatever
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| Rounds in the leather
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| If a sound, you fucking clowns ain’t found nothing better
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| Understand this
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| Understand this
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| Snotbox busters, stage show rusher
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| Cold steel make a hardcore cat stutter
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| Salesman, half off tags with boxcutters
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| Make it where you couldn’t get a hug from your mother
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| Carnivore stalking, feast on my rivals
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| Pops from my rifle will end your survival
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| And honestly I feel I’m not liable
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| Cause they should’ve known Guilty Simpson isn’t tribal
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| Yeah, I used to keep grams on me
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| 'Cause they knew I had better nicks than Mike D’Antoni
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| And I’m one of a kind, your side can’t clone me
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| Rappers can’t do the shit that I can, homie (homie)
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| Hold me down, I’m a problem, severe one
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| Punch-drunk rappers get socked on the beer run
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| Random, never been afraid to scrap (uh huh)
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| I’ll make your whole life fade to black
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| Yeah, yeah, down for whatever
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| Rounds in the leather
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| If a sound, you fucking clowns ain’t found nothing better
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| Understand this
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| Understand this |