You defiantly better respect me
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Before I check the pressure per square inch you face can withstand directly
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Beats so nice they spoil me, true loyalty
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I flip a sample so sick, I'm never paying royalties
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I demand to be held high like big salary
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Don't ride my dick, you'll get burnt like one calorie
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I can hold my own, and I'm soon to be known
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From the biggest city, down to where the wild cattle roam
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Low budgetness is no budget, I'm broker then broke
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So dirty, cheap , and raw has you chokin' on smoke
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Inhale and exhale, electrifyingly real
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My microphone is handcrafted from a live third rail
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I excel, fall off? you might as well, you bite as well
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that'll send you right to hell
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Benefit prevail, about time it's done
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And I blaze so hot I outshine the sun
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Continuous, so how do you plan to stop this?
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You can't even come close to me like Lockness
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Topless, no bottom, no sides, no space
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That's how I kill emcees and leave no trace
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Go ahead an try to find evidence
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But Benefits ghosts like dead presidents
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Your finished, why'd you step huh? with bad luck too
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Looks like you gamble real high in a game of fuck you
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[Chorus]
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No questions (scratching), Supreme (scratching)
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No questions (scratching), Supreme (scratching)
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All reality (scratching), Supreme (scratching)
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No questions (scratching), Supreme (scratching)
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No questions (scratching), Supreme (scratching)
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No questions (scratching), Supreme (scratching)
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All reality (scratching), Supreme (scratching)
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I'm broke in money but I'm rich in beats
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And I ain't jokin' funny off the coke and rum,
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he's got your bitch in heat
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An emcee wanted to be like me, I saw
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I dragged his ass in gravel and said "now you're raw"
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Explain to me, it's obviously plain to see
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The industry supports awfully lame MC's
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Time to change this, rearrange the games list
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realize the games best often remain nameless
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Beware of Benny Brings he's aware of everything
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Till death do us, hip-hop wares my wedding ring
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I'm above every emcee like Yankee's caps
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You're learnin' how to rhyme, better thank these raps
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But don't call it that, call it hip-hop cause it is
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I got you shaking like those epileptic kids
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My thoughts move at a rate called ill-speed
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If deejay's try to scratch this, their fingers will bleed
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I try to play the hand that good will dealt me
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I cut a kids head off, his body still felt me
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I knew cause the body did a windmill completely
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The blood spillin' out his neck was writin' in graffiti
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I try to help them seize out, they just won't listen
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just a little criticism causes critical condition
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You know what's incredibly pitiful? submission
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Don't sell your integrity, you'll get no commission.
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(Chorus)
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[Verse 3]
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You faded away, step down you had one turn
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Come to close to me, you'll catch a wicked sunburn
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I'll pay no attention to a payroll mention
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Your din' push-ups, I'm in the gym bench pressin'
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That means I'm real deal, and your petty shit
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Fake mafia emcee's spittin' spaghetti shit
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Using Gotti's name in vain, and Gambino's the same
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Time to chain the lame, damn quit makin' a claim
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Fuck the fame, when I spit, I spit propane
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My words burn emcee's in infernal flame
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Eternal same, these rap acts dressin' alike
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It's baptism and communion when I'm blessin' the mic
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Have no real skill, but time will tell
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If your gimmick catches on, then your rhyme will sell
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Undeniably ill, but still broke as hell
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Just then the latest emcee joke just fell
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Place me on top, record labels pray I won't drop
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Cause their emcee's will quit, and the profits will stop
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I can see you, but I can't feel you, like a mirage
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I'll battle every sing person in your entourage
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Catch a slap to the face, gun clap in the waist
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just a rappin' disgrace, another rat in the race
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Wack emcee's get the dick, and they'll fall off quick
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What's Benefit like? (umm he's sick)
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(Chorus)
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Supreme
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Benefit |