Bars are still on me man, you know
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Bars are still on me man, you know
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I just keep going, ct where you at,
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Yeah, it's like that
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See I'm a beast, always have been
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Always will be
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Hungry, a 7 course meal couldn't fill me
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Wanna come and step to the flowin
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Then fucker feel free
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I could make a lyricist look like lil b
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Been in the game for a minute under your radar
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Building my momentum for the moment that I'll take charge
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My reflection's still the same like spelling racecar
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Now I've just come far enough to overcome the race card
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Let me break it off toppa
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Freestyling to your chick, yeah take it off mama
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I'm a profession ass
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Showing you who really hotter
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Got a smaller change at beating me
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Then finding Jimmy Hoffa
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Got a lotta people rolling with me, how is it a shocker
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That I made it to the top
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Spitting out this molten lava
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Now I'm frying rappers up just like some calamari
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Sorry, I'm chewing any beat like a piranha
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With a weed up in my paper or up in a Philly, fuck it
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Till I'm on the beach with a marguerite like Jimmy Buffet
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I'll be spittin these flows
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Time to really get it man
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Snapping like a gorilla, wearing a silly band
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Like a tattoeed grizzly
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Sick, representing raccoon city
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Playing these shows then I smash two biddies
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Blazing these blows till I stack two milli
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Came up in the game like a certified hustler
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Pedal to the metal till I'm burning my muffler
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Fuck ya, everyday I stay smoking
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My jar is ajar, yeah I keep that shit open
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Potent, they can't measure up I'm too tall,
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Yo choke em, murder on the mic and now they all know
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Frozen, spit is so cold that I cause snow
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You gonn need a sweater and beanie like Waldo
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Motherfucker I am that dude
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Who else could pull off these super Mario tattoos?
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I got these other rappers salty, like cashews
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Cause I'm bad news for my competition, that's true
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Coming through my dude, I have limitless
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Sick, achoo, I proved I spot rigorous
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Hating on me while I bruise your chick's clitoris
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And she was into it
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And I was into her, get it bitch?
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Kid Icarus, flying through the clouds
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With a bottle full of liquor
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And a pocket full of loud
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Go across the country and I'm rocking every crowd
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I'm a dog, 100 deeds of Eddie McDowd
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And I'ma spit my damn flows
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Suburban commando, call me Rambo, back pack on like Banjo
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Kazooie, truly in charge like Soprano
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A Jax at the head of the table, of SAMCRO
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My mind wanders while I'm writing a freeverse
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And this weed only makes my a.d.d. worse
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But I'm coming with the bars,
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Let a beast work
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That's why your little sister got a webby t-shirt
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Rock it, dope hip-hop it
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Full speed with it and I never plan on stoppin'
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Italiano on the mic, so you'll be fuckin' mobbin'
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All I do is murder beats, I got a fuckin' problem.
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Fuckin Problems (Freestyle)
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| Chris Webby |
