| I’m the mutha fuckin' man ALL CAPS
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| Uncut dope I be spittin raw raps
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| Real big dogs can’t hang wit small cats
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| I be chillin' with the Forbes listers kickin' hard facts
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| Dressed in all black no Batman
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| See through every emcee no Cat Scan
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| Breakin' bare necks wit my black hands
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| Snappin' backs and
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| Leavin' bodies in the trash can
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| Chasin' 40 acres and some horse power
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| But the forecast say we gettin' more showers
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| Shit ain’t sweet in fact its gettin' more sour
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| So I’m chasin' money everyday 24 hours
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| This rap shits the easiest
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| All (of) my bars the beefiest
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| I bring fire to the world like Prometheus
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| Catch me sailin' cross the 7 seas (like) Odysseus
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| Kick raps till the tracks deceased
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| I show ya how to make a masterpiece
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| I show ya how to make a masterpiece
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| I show ya how to make a masterpiece
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| I’m beyond a monster I’m passed a beast
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| I show ya how to make a masterpiece
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| I show ya how to make a masterpiece
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| I show ya how to make a masterpiece
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| 10 years for a homi, $ 100 a jar
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| And I’m chargin' twice the amount on every dollar you borrow
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| Whatever happen tonight sun gon come out tomorrow
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| Till I cash out some rappers can’t even come out the yard
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| This that black out
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| I’m just tryin to dump a cigar
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| And be gone before the police can even jump out the car
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| White America you know who we are
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| You see the squad
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| Give that internet gangster more ammo to feed his blog
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| I’m a real man
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| Feed my family then feed my dogs
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| Nothing left but humble pie and them haters can eat it all
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| Play rough when I ball but smoother than raw silk
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| Meth shoot it at your head from the booth no John Wilkes
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| Now how many has John killed
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| Got em screamin' infidel in the house that Sadaam built
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| You know the flow when its Meth Man ya boi spit it
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| Ya lady like me
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| Its more than likely
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| Ya boi hit it |