| I’m the one you don’t sit on
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| Even if it’s what you gotta do to get on
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| I be a mic you can’t spit on
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| Before I let a word blowing off dust is
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| Everything is everything but everything is trust me
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| I follow old school rules, I don’t need tools
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| Fuck around, I just might grab you by your neck tight
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| D-E-C-A-Y relate easy
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| Slick with a scruffy beard and my hair peasy
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| Yo I step on the scene with Guess on the jeans
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| And break your team down effortlessly
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| They be talking a whole lot, that shit ain’t impressing to me
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| A lot of niggas rapping, I do this professionally
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| Please cease fire so we can reach higher
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| Fuck all of that fronting shit claiming that you ducking it
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| I am what I am, that’s all that I is
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| This is the mixtape niggas better handle the biz
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| A young sick bastard master of ceremonies
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| I’m blasting off at the cameras, I’m bucking with all my glory
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| End of story, new beginning
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| I’m finger far game got the pen upon the choker and I’m spitting ink at a page
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| Simply amazed I’m crazed leave rappers emblazoned
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| thoughts
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| Rage against the machine, the face of the grand machine
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| Roll in motherfuckers I welcome them into the team
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| When you hear what I’ve got to say
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| I’m sure you won’t be able to turn your head away
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| Yeah yeah I’m back in the spot
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| Got my name popping up like a jack-in-the-box
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| Cause one verse will put your man in a box
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| You amateurs stop hot cannabis drop
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| But now it’s oh wait
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| No way this shit is getting spins
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| Probably cause you busy trying to keep up with the trendsetter
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| I’m here from now until forever
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| Don’t know who I’m behind but I know who I’m ahead of
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| Yeah I’m a soldier, a monster art of
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| amongst us
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| can’t fuck with cowards
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| muscled my way in office
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| will never harvest the heart of a coming artist
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| The hardest rapper dropping
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| I’m walking into the game, y’all fuckers leaving in coffins
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| Back for the second time but not the second hand
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| Hope you understand that the cut-off is here fam
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| Stand up cause man down, run laps around clowns
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| Who don’t rise above under underground
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| Chi-town representing, we grab the microphone as the three deadly henchmen
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| With Snowgoons on the offensive
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| And burn like gas creating stars that you see from afar
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| With each bar you get scarred, it don’t matter who you are
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| When you hear what I’ve got to say
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| I’m sure you won’t be able to turn your head away
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| Cause what I’m gonna talk about
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| Nobody nobody wants to be without |