They want me to rhyme on this!
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Who? Who the fuck is your favorite rapper?
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What is it that he or she does that make them a factor?
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What did they do to earn your vote?
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You democrat or republican? It's all politic
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If I hear swagger one more time,
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Then I might slit my wrist with this rusty dagger.
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Fuck your ice! My flow code is a poless tongue on Alaska
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On a frozen tundra. I try my best to hold them tons of hate
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I hope and wonder, will it circle back to back when hope was younger?
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When him and BIG was back to back on just with flow is dumber,
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But daddy Cane was sitting back like you know where they from, uh!
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I'm just a reaper from Brooklyn,
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You disrespect with them direct,
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Then believe me, I'm hooking!
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40, this shit is locked,
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I ain't leaving the book-in's
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I'm leaving my book inside the oven,
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Y'all see what I'm cooking?
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This how I'm feeling, yeah!
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This how I'm feeling, yeah!
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I was an heir to million,
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But I'm a millionaire!
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Couple of shoe boxes
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In the sealed air of Central Air
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Breeze feel like money
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While honey chilling in her underwear.
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I fuck bitches in their hay,
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You fuck them when they ok.
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Like there used t be bad bitches back in the day!
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You laying on a couch, looking stressed.
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I just finished biceps,
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I'm about to d chest.
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Your check's bounced, I make niggers bounce
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And get a check, they bash the dashboarder
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Like a calculus test.
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I'm out, I ain't looking out, I'm back looking
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For who is rapping, applicant for new niggers
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Who swear to God they took it back.
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Take them back?!? God, I swear these new niggers can't rap
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I take a few steps looking at these niggers, yu like that?
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With this pencil i go to war, soldier!
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Repeat orders for my core, soldier!
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Radio try to take your soul, get your heart away
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Try to cross over
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But I keep them ten hearts away with the cross over.
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Aye, I in the street clothes with the corn rose,
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On the sideline like fuck ay lines,
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On the court, hold up!
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Wander if anybdy thinking they better than the hour
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'cause I leave everybody stinking.
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They never took a shower in the after hour drinking, smoke,
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Our hoop is soaked from dancing Polka and Jamaican, listen,
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I'm rapping major, God bless the Savior.
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It's funny how being in first came second nature.
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But even with the extra paper and success,
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I play the block, I rock with the rocks, I fly with gangsters,
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Pushed a T, gave me a high-five.
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Who, me? Another rapper still able to go outside.
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After my out of control went out of control
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Kindred, we all right, just know we I am not getting off of this throne!
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Nosetalgia
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Joell Ortiz |