| Big shout out to my nigga Termanology
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| His album coming soon too
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| Another motherfucker with skills
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| Matter of fact, we gon getting that Royce/Termanology collabo
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| It’s called «What you call that» (yeah yeah yeah yeah !)
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| Yo Statik drop that shit !
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| Same aim through the chest
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| Same game ludicrous
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| They ain’t saying who the best
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| They ain’t playing Budapest
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| Who the Kane? |
| Who the next?
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| I’m scared of that, this is compared to that
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| Lyrically, Vishis the heir to that
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| I’m like a camera catching you talking like Miramax
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| You talking shit after we park, you going be aware of that
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| I’m feeling like Cassidy spark you beware of that
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| And yeah I’m raps Ashley Parker, been there and back
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| Now he’s nasty, she with me then she’s classy
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| She is as bad as can be but I keep her knees ashy
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| Nigga I’ll make that clique sit up, she make my dick spit up
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| You make my day you keep her wrist lit up
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| You a Louie bag buyer
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| I’m the «push the new jag until we crash, until the tags expire»
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| So recognize fire, Recognize the best rapper alive until who we have retire !
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| Yeah I specialize in rhymes but I peep the bogus
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| On every known level I’m a stone cold rebel
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| If I’m not a hustler, what you call that?
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| This is before rap, this is all fact
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| When gangstas bump my shit can they hear my hunger?
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| You get money? |
| I can’t get none with you then fuck you
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| If I’m not a hustler, what you call that?
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| This is before rap, this is all fact
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| Ayo, hold up shout out my man Royce up in the pan
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| We murder shit with the pen
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| For murderizing the pen
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| You prolly heard him with Slim
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| Prolly heard him with Preem
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| But now you hear him with Term', come versing over a beat
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| It’s 'ology
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| Man I make a scene with the clique
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| Halo mean on the chick
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| Billie Jean on the bitch
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| Hallo fiends for the fix
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| ??? |
| on the Knicks
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| Vaseline on the bricks
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| Haloween for the tricks
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| Omit you black, haloween on the kicks
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| Call it a rap, got the beam on a clip
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| Homie, I make that gat spit up
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| And make your back split up
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| It ain’t no way you wanna rap with 'em
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| You a pussy PAB buyer, information supplyer for police with a wire
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| So recognize fire, recognize when I exercise my trigger finger for hire !
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| Yeah I specialize in rhymes but I peep the bogus
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| On every known level I’m a stone cold rebel
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| If I’m not a hustler, what you call that?
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| This is before rap, this is all fact
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| When gangstas bump my shit can they hear my hunger?
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| You get money? |
| I can’t get none with you then fuck you
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| If I’m not a hustler, what you call that?
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| This is before rap, this is all fact |