| Not many men have left my circle and survived
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| Sliced them up with a few bars and left their ego circumcised
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| Dont act like you surprised «Close your mouth» yeah I said it
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| Ask Maya, ask Nikki, ask Sonya where I get it
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| I’m your literary nemesis follow you in your sleep
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| Annihilate your subconscious before your thoughts become speech
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| Before your voice becomes leaked and I am forced to devour you
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| Digest you and excrete
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| I’m a regular person
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| Extraordinary MC
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| Who’s deified when she rhymes and immortalized on these beats
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| I know that’s why I intimidate
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| I know that’s why you cower
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| Actin' like you oblivious to my terrible power
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| I’ll save you an hour
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| I’m dope
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| But you can’t capture my flow by repeatin' my album
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| I’m reheatin' your microwave rappers pushin' your buttons
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| Everytime I do a takeover make matter out your nothin
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| I’m the rappin' ayatollah
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| Title holder of the highest order
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| Full disclosure
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| I’m gon' reupholster your entire sofa
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| Every time you chill
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| You gonna see my grill and get back to focus
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| I inspire competition, spark ambition in the hopeless
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| You can call me VanZant I’ll fix your life in 40 verses
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| Yaaaay!
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| Now let me introduce you to the proof that hip hop still exists
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| Listen close to the words that I produce from out my lips
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| This outer limits, outta order
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| Automatic album hit
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| Out their mind
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| Self proclaimed enigmatic alchemist
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| How come it’s so easy for me
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| 6 years and 9 albums somebody call Yeezy for me
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| I’m the G O D son
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| Somebody call Jesus for me
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| Miracles and holy water
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| Lyrically cold your honor
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| I’m pleadin' guilty to all counts of murders, the career killer, rhyme slayer,
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| character assassinator
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| Dare you test me now and find out what I’m capable of later?
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| Aren’t you glad I warned you informed you of my destructive nature?
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| Y’all jokers AC Slater
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| Saved by the bizz-ell
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| Saturday mornings 1990s raised mama wizz-ell
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| In case y’all can’t tell
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| This rap thing is a fetish
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| I obsess with every letter till each word is prophetic
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| Till each phrase is?? |
| slayed to the east wing medic?
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| Complete shame via text
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| A deep stain on your record
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| I’ll keep sayin my piece till I reach fame for my effort
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| All I really want is credit for improving your mental reservoir
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| Then I take a bow and allow you to reach my level floor |