Welcome to this classic, masses, how y'all been?
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Been a while since I styled and whiled in with the pen
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Word again, my lines are sin, and they critical
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Niggas minimal when they spitting, they rhythm is miniscule
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My picture pivot, the rhymes hard like minerals
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And all for leaving cats, hurting and bleeding menstruals
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Bitch was getting into you, the lines got sharper
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He must've been in class moving arms like the northern north
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Just been bothered of this fall from Mars
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Usually they floss, it cost them and they first to calm first
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With they 'but my balls with stars, they boss and stop
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They bosses is off the yard, they fall from cars
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I beat them up, 1, 2, 3
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There goes the champ next to camp full of fake MCs
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They basically awaiting me and vacancy the latency
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But lately been making cheese
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Look how's on the track, this rolling on revival
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Tryina get high, this cipher was my lighter
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Rappers try to keep their heads above water
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I slow it up, any nigga rabbet with my '
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I court you, slipping all your corpses, missing my daughter
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Listen, there's never no remorse from spitting, I'm awesome with it
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Torching all the competition, the odds are dissing, they're lower than I thought
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No kidding, this awkward feeling, in with the crowd around you
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Things about to hound you, your mens are clowns
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You don't understand, they drown you
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I'mma stand it out for you, bout to stand to stand, I doubt you
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Now I'm taking the game over too easy
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They need me, they deceive me, they get queasy
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Believe me, your clothes are greasy, I'm getting greedy
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I'm done with all these rappers, now can somebody feed me?
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Muffled / M.I.C
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| Chamillionaire |
