Some might act like they're uptight
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But listen to what they say
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Wondering what is going on inside of 3000's head
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Wondering what song made nasty don say hip hop was dead
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I wish I could use my psychic powers like this Chloe bitch
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I'm feeling that production but I ain't finished up the hours
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I ain't feeling rap for nothing and that's the end of that discussion
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I'm killing cats for busting
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A brief moment of silence for my opponents and rivals
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You niggas are snorted, your rat book is like a novel
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I find more snow, I ride upon you with goggles
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And try to keep niggas high with our body, just stay beside of me
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Gotta leave darling, 'cause something keeps telling me follow me
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Walk into the light, talk into the mic with caution
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Flossin', and the darker the night will cost 'em
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I'm fresh, I'm also rawesome, I'm awesome
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A pit fight, I'm known to spit fire like '
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So is it, hieroglyphic the sickest on the Pacific coast
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And wouldn't Casual make a terribly terrific ghost
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Rider for these main streams, spitting their lame swings
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A deadly infection, same thing as gangrene
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Some might act like they're uptight
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But listen to what they say
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Wonderwhat is going on inside of 3000's head
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Wondering what song made nasty don say hip hop was dead
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I wish I could use my psychic powers like this Chloe bitch
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So here's the prognosis, when God closes
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Your abnormal comedy cat, I'm an anomaly
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Rappers on to me, some hate it, I'm decorated
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Educated, plus I lay down the law like the legislator
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So this your definition of sport?
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If your boy here was mentioned in the middle of court
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Would you put a test to it? Like come on, let's do it
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Then that 10 million soul needs an Aston next to it
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I'm just cooling, rocking some fresh ruins
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In a lick of alcohol world classic, no elastic
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Yep, the brim fitted, kept the rims at it
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Shouldn't your friends get it, you couldn't contend with it
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You putting the bare limit if you humbled yourself
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Now look at you, you looking dumber than yourself
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In the next ten years I'mma be on more shit
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And setting up a network like Dionne Warwick
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Some might act like they're uptight
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But listen to what they say
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Wondering what is going on inside of 3000's head
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Wonder what song made nasty don say hip hop was dead
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I wish I could use my psychic powers like this Chloe bitch
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Y'all should read the Bible, walk around
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God created day and night then divided '
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And provided them with lawn and food for you to feed on
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Got a lot of answers to life, my youth, read on
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Reverted Christian when I call you at the store
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You slipped an envelope under the bottom of the door
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You used to blood lost, that's what got them into whores
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Now fish throwing 'like Sodom and Gomorrah
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I Wonder
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