| Yeah
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| So it’s like… being from Washington, D.C. and all… I ain’t been noticed yet
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| Gridin' everyday doing all that and all that (and all that)
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| I’m like a treasure ain’t nobody discovered yet
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| Please listen
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| Rediscover me
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| I am ready now
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| Take me high on wings of love
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| Rediscover me
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| I am ready now
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| Take me high on wings of love
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| Rediscover me
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| Look, it’s been a long time coming like multiple orgasms
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| Organic rap, hip-hop is back in
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| I’m fast with it like fast track niggas
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| Off that BalCo, outflow whack rap niggas
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| And I outclass niggas — check the truancy
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| So fresh fluently
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| Shoot the breeze up in D.C. in my cold J.B.'s — I’m doing me
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| When they try to do what we do they ain’t cool as me — truthfully
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| D.C. to P.G., supplier of the freshest
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| Flier than all the rest of them, you niggas will respect us
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| A nasal-strip spitter, the game been congested
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| Everytime that I yell it they inhale much better
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| (Yeah) I’m a breathe of fresh air, nigga
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| Never compare to them label-made wear niggas
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| I don’t sell crack and I don’t shoot cops
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| I just spit from the heart: this is true hip-hop
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| (Listen) Look, now I am not the next Biggie, I’m not the next Jay
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| I’m not the next Nas, I am the first Wale
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| I’m not Kanye, I am not Lupe, though admire all rhymers, I can only do me
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| I’m not Cool James though the ladies love a youngin'
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| Stomach crunching is nothing but it’s something I don’t fuck with
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| …aww fuck it I’m stuntin' out in public
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| Purple Label attire while my denim’s
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| I got love for my brothers in the under-ground
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| But my sound more comparable to thunder (yes)
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| I admire great artist so I be in the for a auto-
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| Graph, I am awesome
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| Y’all on behalf of the game my gotta change cause my flow out of order
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| All this cordial acknowledgement by the audiences cause the flow so omnipotent
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| They say I’m not «it» cause I don’t wear sweats
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| And Solbiato to death, I’m sorry I’m not the rest
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| I’m a premium denim getter, limited kick kicker
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| Spit iller than niggas who feelin' they dealin' with us
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| And I’m lovin' it, everybody fake — go hard but don’t hardly go hard, none a bit
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| Let 'em wear the Coogi, my suit from the
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| Album on the air on by the end of this summer, uhh!
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| They the pseudo studio gangsters created by A&Rs, my nigga I’m the ancient
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| Diamond of rhymin', ruby the loose leaf
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| Sapphire of the rap style I’m the truth, please
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| Fossil of hip-hop, soul spittin' gospel
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| Meanwhile conduct more flow than a minstrel
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| And that’s dope — they rewind cause they love it
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| Unravel my rap sheets you can see the discovered |