| This isn’t choir practice
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| This is laps around the track
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| This is rap better than who you admire practice
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| I got that new flow with chops from the golden era
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| I swear I’m bringing crack back like chiropractors
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| Battle rapper tactics
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| With an emotional IQ
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| Brutal and beautiful, Serena’s tennis racket
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| What bracket do you wanna put me in now you basic bitch?
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| My crackle will leave a witch jealous swift penmanship
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| Dismember this member your membership
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| Jam, jam weary to December head to Michigan
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| Building with my fam' in this kitchen
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| Don’t front it’s a non contest
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| Rappers pack not top chef
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| Conquest mode, coding all my concepts
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| I’m calm pissed, but I stay focused and count chips
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| With confidence
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| And I stay close to my outfit cause I’m convinced
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| That no one spits like the ugliest
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| What?
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| They say to keep it moving
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| We say they slow us down
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| They say they got it locked
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| We say, in who’s town?
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| I’ve never seen 'em repping
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| Fronting when they’re rapping
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| Made up artists with make up artists there’s nothing happening
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| This is for all the heroes, people been living ugly
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| Welcome to second coming, not a human can judge me
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| Uh, so it’s a new age for U.H., it’s too late for you fakes
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| To pile on that toothpaste, smile with your two face
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| A wild fucking goose chase
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| But you can catch me out in eating on a Tuesday
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| The crew got it, too toxic it’s Bubonic
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| Already gave you a classic, there’s nothing to prove, stop it
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| You lose, time to move to a new topic
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| We see you dudes watching like, «How could those dudes top it?»
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| Truth is, I don’t fuck with comparisons
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| I don’t need the attention
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| I don’t fuck with your arrogance
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| Only got one imperative
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| That’s living my life and sharing it
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| Not trying to do it how the rest did it
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| Motherfuck the next critic
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| People love it cause they connect with it
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| Ugly |