(Intro)
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Yea
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Yea
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Yea
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Yea
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(Verse)
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Uh, looky looky I¡¯m almost 40 and killing these rookies
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Han Solo with charisma but I be psycho Wooky
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We got us a situation, most you rappers will suck me
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Now I¡¯m back at it while you rappers remind me of Snooky
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Perfect timin, I¡¯m worth a diamond in sales
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And I ain¡¯t talkin bout zales,
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I¡¯m talking how I retail on the beat uh
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(Verse)
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You must have mistook me for some type of a novice, that¡¯s something
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You fucking, I¡¯m punting these punters
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These rappers, they blow like they playin the trumpet, no mouths beavers
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Outrageous, WW F¡¯in niggas still cagin
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Some white pages where I pin these bars
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You really want it, you could see them stars
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Man, here we are
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(Verse)
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Just arrived and I¡¯m alive, about to dive in this
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Like I¡¯m writing a book and I don¡¯t know what the title is
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All I know it¡¯s on radio, I¡¯m protecting my vitamins
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Bout to turn off my radio, get inspired to ride again
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Slice your flow with a machete, you¡¯re like that chart, you looking heavy
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And now I¡¯m feeling victorious, throw apart that confetti
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(Hook)
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What you want? I¡¯mma give it to you baby
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You don¡¯t believe me so
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I am nothing like your regular average Joe
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I¡¯mma show you what I¡¯m spittin this really fo
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I¡¯mma do it better than all yall did before
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You can act like you don¡¯t know but¡¦
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What you want? I¡¯mma give it to you baby
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(Verse)
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I¡¯m a connoisseur of the metaphor
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Rap savage, not your average, rhymes incredible
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Words appear in thin air, genie like Houdini
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Revolutionary like Parker, Musolini
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V on my chest like an adventricant to immortals
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I came so I conquered, nigga in that order
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(Verse)
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Motor City cobra, I could strike in any moment
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Pear dope, beats mixed with bacon soda
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My pen iller than iceberg slims
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I drop gems, hit the hole and I¡¯m going like Billy Simms
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Shock like a live wire
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Hear the hum? Anthrax over the drums, come get you some
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(Verse)
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Joe!
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Contaminating, infecting them like these organisms
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Containing impure, these flowing over dusty rhythms
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Disgraced, scandal, I¡¯m unclean
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Me and this new regime, we sit with Ello Heem
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God made dirt, I gotta face first, I¡¯m guilty
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Big pen wouldn¡¯t play on this turf, feel me?
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(Hook)
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I am nothing like your regular average Joe
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I¡¯mma show you what I¡¯m spittin this really fo
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I¡¯mma do it better than all yall did before
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You can act like you don¡¯t know but¡¦
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What you want? I¡¯mma give it to you baby
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(Verse)
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Yea
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It¡¯s the kid with the golden hands
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Deadly fingers break motors, turn rocks to sand
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Instrumentals hit your boind sales in your throat
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Sorta like putting coke in your nose
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I¡¯m a beast, I feast on emcees
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A nightmare, a Freddy Krueger, niggas dreams
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(Verse)
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Yo, Remy and kush style, vision all blurred
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Still on my square like a mason, won¡¯t slurr a word
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Verbs move too fast for adjectives to describe
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A cipher with dragons, come testin suicide
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I¡¯m a semi order magazine, loaded and locked
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It¡¯s easy to release ¡®cause my hammer stay cocked
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(Verse)
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I am legend, similar to blast master
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Niggas scared of applause with a laugh after
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A fantastic, meta magic mad rapper
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Underground flow, similar to Atlantis
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Barack bastards, battle axe to backstabbers
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Spectacle¡¯s packed, you whack, you lack standards
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(Hook)
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I am nothing like your regular average Joe
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I¡¯mma show you what I¡¯m spittin this really fo
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I¡¯mma do it better than all yall did before
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You can act like you don¡¯t know but¡¦
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What you want? I¡¯mma give it to you baby
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What You Want
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Slum Village |