[Nickelus F: speaking]
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Niggas in the city hatin' me man they trippin'
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When I'm the only one that's really spittin'
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My nigga Lil Lee the only one that's really grippin'
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Why you deck(?) me up actin' like like we cool if you don't feel him nigga?
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Uh, I'm bringing back hip hop
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Me and my nigga Drake
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VA, Toronto, Hip-Hop
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[Verse: Nickelus F]
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Aiight let me take my jacket off
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Unlace the timbs, here again comes the jabberjaw
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This time I'm blabbin on
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These rappers that feel a certain way but they get me yappin off
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Mad cuz the freestyle iller than they whole catalog
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I got the gift like Santa Claus
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Flow got spring like a catapult
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Matter fact the flow Supreme like Diana Ross
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I'm at the do' like a deer with the antlers off
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Niggas acting like Scummy was they neega(?)
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Wouldn't even give my man a 12 bar feature
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I know who you are cause he wanted me to eat ya
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I said nah lets keep it peaceful
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My nigga was a true weed source
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He gave it to us for a cheap cost, for prices we all could eat off
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A real street dog
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The type of nigga that y'all niggas be studying learning how to get street off
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We have an impostor, alert the doctor
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Bout to hit him up with the chopper like Blaka
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Shock em like Blanca from Street Fighter, heat got a
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Hurricane kick, murder everything quick
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Look, my new Ryu nine is stupendous
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Why do guys choose my crew to pick wit
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My crew lie you guys into ditches
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I said it and meant it the Scorpio's Mind has many dimensions
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I'll say it in intent, sentence, indent, on instant pimpin
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Hope your listenin to my diction
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If you are then you now should be itchin
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That its crack we placed in your stereo system
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Yea, I be at your burial trippin
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Nickelus F from Richmond
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VA,
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The Scorpio's Mind is not a game to play wit all day
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[Verse: Drake]
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I've been hated by many, wanted by plenty
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Disliked by some, but confronted by none
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Since they don't show me sincerity, I load up, lock up
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Take shots at em I guess you could call it a parody
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But compared to D
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They one-fourth from watermelon to a quarter felon, dude you a pear to me
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If that's not how it is it ain't how it appear to be
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You got blind heaters, in my sweats is a mind reader
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And when the psychic get to touchin my palm
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Seein your physical, the things that you never say to me visible
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Especially when one of your artist feelin threatened
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Cause I'm harnessin a weapon, won't you pardon my reflection
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Mirror, mirror tell me why they wanna get and scrimmage
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To play around, to perfection I'm the spittin image
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My verbal camp is vivid, I told you I'm spittin image
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It seems we often want to start but never get to finish
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My verbal campus is Villanova, and those of you feelin Hova
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And writing college rhymes, but the thrill is over
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Let me assist you like a specialist
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So you can pull it back and try catch the metaphors and the rest of this
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It's not a problem wit X, I guess I'm a pessimist
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Which means if shit goes bad, I say "I expected this"
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And me and Julien we never got the chance to communicate
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Instead of understanding its a tune of hate
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The city's mine like Oklahoma's a Sooner state
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And we're gonna have to cross paths whether soon or late
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So, why don't you walk up in the spot using less strut
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You aint Morris Chestnut, you lighter and less cut
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And lets be honest, by now you should be your own scholar
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You still a protege, that's the reason I don't holler
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You got rappers being repetitive actors
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You stay ahead of the game, I'm ahead of the practice boi
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A Scorpio's Mind
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| Drake |
