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Saw me rappin rappin and if a nigger ain¡¯t dappin
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Show respect, I¡¯m the greatest
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Oh, shit, I killed the latest.
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I don¡¯t give a fuck if you got to build your dollars
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Your rhymes are cheap, you at least are poor trying.
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You¡¯re serving in my work, no rap guys curse you,
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When judgment day¡¯s up on you, reality¡¯s a virtue
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I walked a thousand miles while I wrote a thousand rhymes
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Cross miles to faces, place labels for me through lines.
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I don¡¯t give a fuck a dirty be trait nigger
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And at the burb I show up whether I switch your ass, nigger.
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Say bitch, I¡¯m still hungry, they¡¯re acting like I made it,
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I make it to my momma, fucking sitting on some make ups
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I¡¯m a motherfucking trait in a boot, you niggers know
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Pour it at a century, decades later they¡¯re glowing
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It¡¯s of a noble price proud for what I be saying
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Say I write it with the speech I be straight here with ecstasy.
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Source on my stack cause my last partner burned me,
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Ashtray, jump ahead forcing an orgy.
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When I pull a blind hoe sniffing on that whit shit
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So much Caucasian pussy start to think that I mix
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But I be writing that shit, have you rappers pissed
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Like I ain¡¯t think of it so once I thought of that shit.
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Rhymes are real, but I wrote and on the type of vomit,
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With the mic GG Allen whipped his ass with.
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I carry the cross for anybody lost but find in a rhyme
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Days of no sunshine like the maze in my mind.
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No enter or exit, ethereal anorexic
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Be a part of the lexic, naughty nature track shit
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I think about my next rhyme like you think of your next dime,
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I¡¯m the future and the present, I am there in time.
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My OG told me I be loud since our last bar so I rap that said, suck my dick all you.
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The motorcity with motorboats that pound it or more precise Australia
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Looking for the blindess
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Still be chains and the neuly last term
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And she liked my shoes, so I put an anarchy stir,
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As the hybrid as I roll and he provide it
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Keep the shit on me, nigger hood, got baby diaper
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They hitting the carress like a DC sniper, raised off on hot dogs, got em and slice em.
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I¡¯m hotter than I drink wines with refer,
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Rest in peace, baby, but no GOT in my life
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When I reach my faith and I¡¯m standing at my gates
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I gotta be proud, said dang with you was great.
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But you¡¯re on the nigger¡¯s butt, say you want an explanation.
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Big turn in the grave, an earthquake in grenada
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When bun said a tear with her I came for a wheep
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When big L get upset and start tornado intriest.
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Hottest MC
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Harry Fraud |