| What happened to niggas rappin' aggressive?
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| You see, when I do it, I be possessed and my flow is so oppressive
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| And what happened to niggas that got a message?
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| Niggas be sayin' that they the best and they flow is so possessive
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| Niggas be thinkin' they got it on lock
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| With the pea-shooter flows, I’ma defeat you with those
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| I got some shit I’ma cock and spray up the whole block
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| Lay 'em down, show 'em all I don’t play around
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| 30 shots when I spray a round
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| I’m on the tip if you follow
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| I shoot 'em all up with a clip full of hollows
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| And when I dip, I take a sip of the bottle
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| Then get Ghost in the whip with the throttle
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| Get your bitch if she swallow
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| The epitome of fuckery, if you fuck with me
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| I’ma be the one that is a rider, too cold for you to matter
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| You be too exquisite to try to pull it
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| I could put bullet holes in your designer, deletin' all of your data
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| All of your intelligence was too artificial
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| You speak only of irrelevance and you likin' the elegance
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| Nothin' is real and you ain’t even part official
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| Hit the yellow brick road, you ain’t got the heart up in you
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| Hangin' with nothin' but lames, look at the artist with you
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| I spit so fast with the words, I could scar the tissue
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| I bring action to a verb, like a participle
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| And I designed every bar to hit you, because I’m war ready
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| Five point seven pistol with the rifle ammunition
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| Now I’m war ready (War ready)
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| Desert Eagle with a customized Glock 19
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| Now I’m war ready (War ready)
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| I spit it like hot 31 .357 Sig
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| Now I’m war ready (War ready)
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| Draco, AR-15, now I’m war ready (War ready)
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| Bringin' the rest of the regiment, see, if you compete with a veteran
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| Put you to sleep with the medicine
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| I’m the reason for doom in the room
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| See if you could speak with the elephant
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| In the closet, you a skeleton who bucklin' under pressure whenever confronted
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| with an alliance
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| Say what you want if you feel I’m biased
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| I’m the cause of a riot, I don’t pretend to be forever
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| Leave my enemies screamin' like a screechin' of Ferrari tire
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| The road to recovery but I tell 'em, ain’t no comin' back from it
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| So ain’t no need for you to put it in reverse
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| You can’t go back in time, unless it’s a memory, pick up your corpse
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| After you bleed, I’ma put it in a hearse
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| Go to your funeral, see your mother cryin' like a hyena
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| Droppin' tears because of a disbeliever who was in my arena
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| And even though I gave you a glorious death
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| I was hurt to see it in front of the preacher 'cause I do have a heart
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| Even though it’s part of us, I’m still Spartacus
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| Led you like Leviticus, or the goddess Artemis
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| Better yet I’m Amun-Ra through your oculus
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| I could just see you now with the look of disgust up on your face
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| To see the way I’m still killin' it
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| Still ballin' while the shorties drillin' it
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| Auto-tune fillin' it, but I don’t have to interfere with it
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| Keep it infamous, 'cause I got a style that’s infinite, yeah
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| How I fight, you gotta move the furniture
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| 'Cause I’m a mothafuckin' punisher, and I was born ready
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| Got my ambition and my ammunition up when my enemies start runnin' up,
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| and now I’m war ready
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| Five point seven pistol with the rifle ammunition
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| Now I’m war ready (War ready)
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| Desert Eagle with a customized Glock 19
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| Now I’m war ready (War ready)
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| I spit it like hot 31 .357 Sig
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| Now I’m war ready (War ready)
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| Draco, AR-15, now I’m war ready (War ready)
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| War ready
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| War ready
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| War ready
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| War ready
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| Five point seven pistol with the rifle ammunition
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| Now I’m war ready (War ready)
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| Desert Eagle with a customized Glock 19
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| Now I’m war ready (War ready)
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| I spit it like hot 31 .357 Sig
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| Now I’m war ready (War ready)
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| Draco, AR-15, now I’m war ready (War ready) |