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[Verse 1: A$AP
Feeling a vigilante or a missionary
Tell my killers get they pistols ready
Send 'em to the cemetary with
be scared, nigga, is you ready?
I've been thinking 'bout all the O's in my bank
X the O's in my bed is 'round the same
since this new star fame came about
Or ever since me and Drizzy started out
Young boy, let his gun bang, let his hang
Transition to a from a Mustang
Drugs slang in the drug game with the
(I know one thing) Anything is better than 1 train
Bag made of Goyard, cheffin' I'm Boyar-
Dee, selling D in your local courtyard
like I'm O-Dog, my la familia go hard
Down to my inlaws, outlaws with no laws
[Verse 2: Kendrick
We then I bogart, any pros that got 'proached at
With a toe-tag, get broke off, in the projects with a
I roll past and I blaze y'all like, "DOO DOO!" I y'all
When the beef cooked, I ate y'all like, "Mmm mmm," let's ball
In a ballpark with all sharks and a blindfold, I rhyme
My K hot, 9 cold, that bark like K9 drone
That banana clip, straight the rip
I'll make shirt say RIP, I'm on some shit
If I'm not the hottest Hell must've froze over
You thought it was safe forgot what the code was
I carry of a traumatized soldier
Don't look in my face, I might snap, I might ya
Spine out of place, give me dap like you 'posed ta
Darts at your posters, dark nights like
I metamorph like I'm 'posed ta, I might slice my
Or like a vulture and drop off this cliff
[Verse 3: Joey
Barely even conscious, talking to my
Gettin' deeper in these like conches
I'm on my convict, don't drop bars, I drop
Don't sell rocks seen the spectrum through the
Somehow bypassed the bias and the
The violence and the killin', so
They seen my pigment and that was the ign'ance
Unfortunately I am not that of niglet
But pass the pot let me
Just got to the block from a 6 o'clock with Jigga
And I'm thinkin' 'bout to the Roc
But my niggas on the block still assigned to the
And I swear it me soul
I try to prevail, but when I it only hurt their sales
Like you're gon' end up either dead or in jail
But you my nigga, wish you the for real
4: Yelawolf]
When you mention my name other white rappers
Or for that matter, any rapper, fuck it
Painter, skater, musician, park dirt ditch diggin'
Burger flippin', eat, sleep, human bein', you would be in
Trouble to body double or couple me to others
Cause comparatively speakin', my reach is the bubble
That they put me in, my vision's beyond the
I with Nubians, new beginning again
You in at 10, late, Radioactive's goin' gold
And so? GREAT. Do I give a flying
If I'm love to my rhymin' plus alignin' us?
climbin' up, wait, no I don't give a
Flying duck, but a buckshot, Ch, pow!
Motherfuck life, pussy blood clot
Ain't been no rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze
And out for spot date at a Coachella show, Yelawolf
5: Danny Brown]
Weed a different color like a hoodrat bra and
And my be overhead like pots and pans in pantries
Antsy cause I'm high Michael Jackson penny loafers
on the sun, barefoot, with shades on
Bitch pussy smell like a
hit that shit with my worst enemy's penis
Bitch when I say this I mean "Ho, I'm the meanest"
Dick so big, stretch from Earth to
That got me nauseous, on shit, no off switch
Lawless, obnoxious, on "suck my cock" shit
is my synopsis, ostrich pot shit
Hoes on some God shit, it! You not this!
Novice, regardless, and awkward
Cryin' of vodka prima donna at the concert
Adonis chronic 'bout to vomit gin and tonic
Just bein honest, tell me, isn't that
[Verse 6: Bronson]
Swiftly, I shift the 860
A heavy smoker so you know I brought the with me
The reflection off the lake hit me
You should've stayed me
Now many Asian lay with me
The is silky like a tablecloth
My shorty gallop in the morning on the beach a Chilean horse
Red roses on boxes very often
torture, drinking Henny like I'm Kenny Lofton

I fixed the game between Georgia and Grambling
You see us scrambling, Susan Sarandon
The cloud of smoke the phantom
Damn shit tastes like fantastic
You see me through in each state
Just so the could put the fork inside the cheesecake
to my wrist I've got the briefcase
The gavel slam, I'm a man, try not to eat ham
7: Big K.R.I.T.]
Big KRIT,
Spit like my last casket rap, six deep
closed, the black is back, out come the 'Lac with flats
After that, I can't pronounce, like, "How you ask for that?"
Why you ask for crack and all you had was
All I had was rap, all they had was wack
All I was love, all they had was dap
Fuck them haters and fuck them hoes and cherish your
The aftermath, ask LeBron, palm slap a bitch
Walk the or break a bank, I've been in the business of sinkin' ships
Chokin' niggas out with the anchors that they anchor
Resuscitations cost the label, I'm if you want a hit
Clear, fuck your career, bitch, I was here
Been a killer, '86er, nigga, my born year
Get the fuck from here, that's just my country ways
Suckin' on your momma's titty, bitchin' while I was blade
Grippin' grain, fuckin' hoes, candy paint like
Miss me with that rapper chatter, take that up with my bass
I put that on my sub, how you ever doubt me?
Most rappers hoping the world end so won't have to drop another album
B.B. King saw the king in me, so why you?
In order to come up close, have to dig up Cash and Elvis, too
Muddy water flow, Dixie past
Fuck your Louis flag, popping benji tags on wifey's ass
out of line, but in living color?
I'm more Miya Bailey on you rap motherfuckers, a true artist