| If this game don’t let me in I won’t change my plan for a second
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| I break the locks, sleep on the couch, I’m stayin' for breakfast
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| I’m a man, I can manage a man to bein' manic demand
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| I manage my managers, man, I made an amendment >❓❓❓ ❓❓❓❓< degree in 'em
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| Please believe me, easy we be defeatin' 'em
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| I just write all day
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| I see any resources, I grab it
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| I see a notebook, I grab it
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| And the I just storm off
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| New York I got us, it’s TJ
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| I’m the Frankenstein, deadest rap game, now it’s alive
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| I wear the stripes on the sides for me to make the prize
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| Lock in and makin' bangers I prep and they clip
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| Hangers, cause anybody that step up that’s its own core danger
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| I stay in doubt, I look at things different like I’m dyslexic
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| They hungry up on my weakness almost like they anorexic
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| Funky lyrics I’m spittin', my flow is sticky like gel is
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| Hip Hop is just like a puzzle and I’m the piece that’s missin', uh
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| And they tell me don’t go overseas or mainstream
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| I’ma do me and don’t let these people control me
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| I’m the New Era, new kid on the block
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| I ain’t gon' ever stop, and if I stop I leave 'em with they sound
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| Never show no weakness, say hold my ground like a steady rock
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| There’s always a hater in the crud that wants your shine blocked
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| I’m takin' Hip Hop to it’s regular roots
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| And if you say I’m the voice of rap you speakin' the truth
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| Yo -- It’s Big Kurt, motherfucker (Snowgoons) yo
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| Powerful and consistent, devour you in an instant
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| Persistently ripple cower you. |
| shower while I’m indifferent
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| There’s more than just
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| Your majesties, galaxies away
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| If you knew the shit that I bet you then you know I’m more than willin' to lead
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| the way
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| Better plead and pray I don’t end up with the cheese that I need to play
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| Now all I gotta do, just exceed his pay
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| Other than that, when it comes to rap I know I got what I need to achieve okay?
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| I handle beef, season with reason, better believe I’mma leave the filet for
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| later
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| Light shinin' so bright right now I can barely see the shade
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| Watchin' Barbara strippin' balls on a high definition easel wave
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| I leave MC’s like, geez you writin', it’s like Jesus fightin' with demons on
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| behalf of headens bitin', watch your teeth decay
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| I’m standin' here like, who the fuck wants beef with Big Kurt on the beats of
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| the streets. |
| come on
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| Peace you say
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| Y’all radio cats big time cool, but ya flow weak
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| I got emerald lungs and a diamond tongue. |
| don’t get punched in them gold teeth |