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Verse
Sand keep jacking other people beats
Standing up to the regime and calling other people sheep
I think he right
I think he like that cause he stand at nearly seven feet
And hailing from the city that ain’t never sleep
It’s been a while since I rapped about how good I rap
I was really good at that
Point me to a faker and I’ll take him just to put him back
"Angel but I thought we had a treaty?"
Tweety thought he saw a putty tat
Don’t do me any favors, I ain’t famous, just your favorite in the world
You prolly heard what make me wanna hurl
That "n*gger n*gger money worship" crap
And always carry on bout how they baring arms when they ain’t never did a curl
Need to get some new material
My heartbeat is a soul clap
Nothing cornier than pro white versus pro black
Both get the bozack
“A” the legendary I ain’t worried bout blowback
That’s a known fact
So I get with this, when y’all choose that
Put so many records out that I lose track
Where I’m gonna go when I outgrow rap?
I don’t even know how to download apps (facts)
Politics and all that jazz
Side effects from all them jabs
No thanks
Look another John Q tryna pull rank
Don’t be coming 'round here actin' all stank
Save your breath
Tryna play me just because I ain’t afraid of death
I’ll be nameless when I’m laid to rest
All his tombstone read was “never paid for sex”
The internet’s a circus, a calamity of circuits that i circumvent
Instead of surf I get to work instead
I represent, yep
Interlude
Yo i'm not being judgmental at all on our journey. I'm just grateful to God that I am free of phone addiction, so that I can experience the magic of uninterrupted thought!
Verse
A bit of coconut amino on the rice
Nowadays I have a little vino with the wife
Back when I was young, it was pegs on bikes
Now I’m having fun putting heads on spikes
Representin' all lost tribes
I’m so far ahead, people call offsides
Do not perpetrate the most heinous of all crimes
Acting as if I ain’t the greatest of all times
I won’t lie
I’m the type of cat to leave a' ocean bone dry
I’m the type of cat to grow a compound eye, just cause I’m so fly
Out the clear blue sky
Peep the quotient I divide
Peep the product that I multiply
Up about a mile high
Everyone alive sayin' "my oh my"
I’m not about an eye for an eye, leaving everybody blind and in a bind
You gon' either come in first or you’ll get left behind
This about the hardest verse that you gon' ever find
See you later, stars are data, and sooner or later they align
I regularly lay it on the line
Ain’t another guy out on my kinda grind
All up in your mind, via divine design
Nuff to make a grown man cry
Nuff to make a' old man spry
Nothin' less than luminescent, sneaking in a lesson on the sly
My obsession wit the blessing in disguise
Pick up on the signs
Fix your vibe
Quit your nine-to-five
Ride a bike, or take a hike, and say goodbye when someone offers you a bribe to take a dive
Zip your fly
As far as getting deep to get a permit, anywhere beneath the surface
I’m the person that you have to run it by
Bye!
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