| I be the S-O-U to the fucking twelfth letter
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| Never change styles just so I can sell better
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| Been a lot of things but a fool ain’t one
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| Got a food chain gun and the Wu-Tang's lungs
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| I spew flames from an esophagus
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| Clogged up with butane
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| You thinking, who came as hot as this
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| New age metropolis dude made in Optimus —
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| Prime’s image? |
| I’m living proof, ain’t no stopping this
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| Small young whitey called «Khan Almighty»
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| Suckers get mad cause they’re squad all likes me
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| What America wants most, since Ice went gold
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| Soul been nice since the ice been cold
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| I speak like each word emerged from the Lord himself
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| Even if it didn’t, I guess it sort of helped
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| See, I ain’t ever been afraid of global warming
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| Cause the same shit happens when soul’s performing
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| The city’s on fire and they trying to blame me
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| Fought with the Devil now he’s trying to frame me
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| Nobody listens but parasites
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| Cause they don’t know the meaning of fahrenheit
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| I got that beast disease, I need a freak to please
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| A mix of Beyonce and Alicia Keys
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| Nah, she want a dude that’s deep with cheese
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| So if I try to kick game, I catch three degrees
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| And that frozen shoulder ain’t ever going to turn
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| So here are a few of the things I’d burn
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| Cartier glasses and Louis V purses
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| The money of the fools that think that she’s worth it
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| The Nikes of them white boys that all rock dunks
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| When four years ago they were hard rock punks
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| I’m more than my sneakers, torching your speakers
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| Got it on lock like the warden that greets you
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| Born with a fever, I’m holding a cleaver
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| To turn these pit bulls into golden retrievers
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| Told that my features ain’t going to sell
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| I said you better hope that there ain’t no hell |