| Mind of Malcolm X, I Belafonte like Andre rep dirty morning raps
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| I’m more for brothers that try to step to me
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| Heard it all so whatever they talk is less to me
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| Bless homie, I shine my light on the world tonight
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| I’ve been beastin this evening, I got my tiger stripes
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| William SC, I’m livin a tiger’s life
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| Tryna get a piece of the pie, the cap messin eye in eye
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| Yea, might be a renegade, you been afraid
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| Show em Eminem, give no reason to speculate
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| Yea, they wiggin on Mo Parker
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| I’m mo parts of Biggie Andre and Carter
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| Caught yo mind in my raps, the night clearer than holy water
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| I’m in fact and perceptions, I told em my mindless daughter
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| She don’t give a damn
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| Bout who you are, just bout who I am
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| New sundown after sun god, born to advance
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| The acid rappin, now you rappers ain’t got a chance
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| Only Chance gave me a chance
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| Based on my lonely thought when others thought that I can’t
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| I’m Good and I’m John Wooten a champion
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| I’m the MNOP, it’s about to ante up
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| That’s the anthem, that’s end to your mind far from Kansas
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| Wiggin I’m Mo Parker, they ain’t got the answers
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| I’m the truth boy, no swinging at that opinion
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| Emotional roller coaster, they call me a king dominion
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| I’m the engine
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| Yea, rap got pride
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| Rap with a gift, rain danced on all odds
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| Better mend yo wives, they’ll never fuck with the squad
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| It’s jamming if you forgot
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| That I’m the greatest before I rock
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| Could be bad if you went to indoor and took in this guwop
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| I’m the beast in the shadows, they whisperin on the watch
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| (Pa pa) that’s me takin aim at all of they spots
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| Dear pop, you sick of small pox, I know I love it
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| But I ain’t really talkin bout much, I’m just bustin
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| I ain’t really talkin bout love, needin a husband
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| I’m too young, having fun
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| Ain’t tryna to stress about nothing
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| Give me a second
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| I’ll burn you, I’ll burn you for the record
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| They couldn’t find a single drug in me like Eckert
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| Just naturally a beast, show them suckas my record
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| We turn and had a whirl when appetite like a pepper
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| Told em to think of now but most waited too long to rep it
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| Now I’m settin shop, realizing I’ve been separate
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| Second I ain’t my aim for everything they rejected
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| I made another weapon and niggas all wet pawns
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| Magnet insides, resembling oceans
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| Cry me a river, canoed it without a paddle
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| Hold it out, carry me, I guess I got similar powers yea uh
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| Mind of Malcolm X, I Belafonte for Nelson rep dirty morning raps
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| Push up when you fall, don’t be scared of death
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| Get down like tyrannosaurus rex and expire the next
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| It’s nada when you been to Nagasaki
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| At a rap party in Pate on all pop of the posses yea
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| I’m Tarzan, two strands away from animal
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| But like antelope, all these rappers is Amber Rose
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| I ain’t heard nothing hop since Control dropped
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| They takin longer than detox
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| They don’t wanna Voltron and so on
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| Pour on, feel my forearm, wear it like Luanne Rohan
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| Heart on sleeve, chief smile because we move on
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| Me CP, she go long, dupont,
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| Been a mutant since mama slipping coupons for tucsons and croutons
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| Do some damage, get at em like I’m a neutron, bouton
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| Pass on em, recycle em like a Mormon
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| I rained, it ain’t stormin
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| I’m ignorin all that female rappin shit’s ignorant
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| Competin with every emcee, come step if you wanna see us rap
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| But I ain’t really talkin bout much, I’m just bustin But I ain’t really… |