(Intro)
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AVM, aftermath
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Y'all know what time it is, let's go!
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(Verse)
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It's the return of the genius, ego probably as big as my penis
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Yo girl probably seen it
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These rappers is wack and sound like they can barely speak English
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These niggas sound stupid and you just consume it
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Confusing with music, the fuck is you doing
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Y'all sound like duh duh duh duh duh
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If it wasn't the truth then it might be amusing, look
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They say I'm the voice of the people
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That mean that I speaking no evil
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They tell me that life is a bitch
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Well I'm cool with the shit as long as she deep throat
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Don't follow the leader, just go be a leader
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Some people ain't think cos they eat what you feed em
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Accept how you treat 'em
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Cause they too scared to rock the boat, damn Mohamed
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Linin' up to see Connor get busy
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I just want y'all to feel me, just want y'all to feel how I felt when I used to be listenin' to biggie or 2Pac or Timbaland, Missy or Weezy
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A mixtape from 50, well fuck it
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DMX with some production from swizzy
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Shit was authentic
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Go figure cause niggas was rich but they spit like they ain't have a penny
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(Hook)
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I miss the basement, rap city
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I miss the glass and them titties
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I miss the glass and them titties
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Rap fucking sucks, see the hickies?
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Hernanda Lewis, I thought she was pretty
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She 40, I fuck her, she feel like she 60
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And that's of a quickie cause shit I ain't picky
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Wait we ain't get too far of the subject did we?
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(Verse)
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Best in the world, yeah that's me, definitely destiny
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Destined to progress I'm the chef peep the recipe
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How can I see?
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Top of the heat balling I'm dreaming
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'Bout knock on the door lock on the door
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How y'all gon' keep me out?
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I keep it 1-50 nobody fucking with me
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Go in till the 'mo empty,
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Spit like I'm still Indie
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Rise to the occasion, recognize my location
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Jeopardize, nigga don't try I am not for the fake shit
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Black Skinhead
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| Jon Connor |
