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[Verse 1: Rocky]
Feeling like a vigilante or a
Tell my killers get they pistols ready
Send 'em to the cemetary obituaries
be scared, nigga, is you ready?
I've been thinking all the O's in my bank account
X the O's in my bed is 'round the amount
Ever this new star fame came about
Or ever since me and started hangin' out
Young boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts
to a Lamborghini from a Mustang
Drugs slang in the game with the hustling
(I know one thing) Anything is better than that 1
Bag made of Goyard, cheffin' like I'm
Dee, probably selling D in your local
Braids like I'm O-Dog, my la go hard
to my inlaws, they outlaws with no laws
[Verse 2: Kendrick
We outlawed I bogart, any pros that got 'proached at
With a toe-tag, get broke off, in the projects a skateboard
I roll past and I blaze like, "DOO DOO!" I hate y'all
the beef cooked, I ate y'all like, "Mmm mmm," let's play ball
In a with all sharks and a blindfold, I rhyme cold
My K hot, 9 cold, that bark like K9 drone
banana clip, straight from the rip
I'll make that shirt say RIP, I'm on shit
If I'm not the then Hell must've froze over
You thought it was safe then forgot what the was
I traits of a traumatized soldier
look in my face, I might snap, I might choke ya
Spine right out of place, give me dap like you ta
Darts at your posters, nights like this
I metamorph like I'm 'posed ta, I might slice my
Or pretend like a vulture and off this cliff
[Verse 3: Joey
Barely conscious, talking to my conscience
Gettin' deeper in these flows like
I'm on my convict, drop bars, I drop prisons
Don't rocks seen the spectrum through the prisms
Somehow bypassed the bias and the
The and the killin', so given
They seen my pigment and thought was the ign'ance
Unfortunately I am not type of niglet
But pass the pot let me
Just got back to the block from a 6 with Jigga
And I'm thinkin' 'bout to the Roc
But my niggas on the block still assigned to the
And I swear it hurt me
I try to prevail, but when I preach it only hurt their
Like you're only gon' end up dead or in jail
But you my nigga, you the best for real
[Verse 4:
When you mention my name amongst other white
Or for that matter, any rapper, fuck it
Painter, skater, musician, trailer park dirt ditch
Burger flippin', eat, sleep, human bein', you would be in
to body double or couple me to these others
Cause comparatively speakin', my is beyond the bubble
That put me in, my vision's beyond the Hubble's
I huddle with Nubians, new beginning
You in school at 10, late, Radioactive's gold
And so? GREAT. Do I a flying duck
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 thawed out for date at a Coachella show, Yelawolf
5: Danny Brown]
Weed a different color a hoodrat bra and panties
And my flow be overhead like pots and in pantries
Antsy cause I'm high like Michael penny loafers
Moonwalkin' on the sun, barefoot, shades on
Bitch pussy smell a penguin
Wouldn't hit shit with my worst enemy's penis
Bitch I say this I mean this: "Ho, I'm the meanest"
Dick so big, stretch Earth to Venus
molly got me nauseous, on shit, no off switch
Lawless, obnoxious, on "suck my cock" shit
That is my synopsis, ostrich pot
Hoes on some God shit, it! You not this!
Novice, regardless, heartless and
Cryin' tears of vodka prima donna at the
smokin' chronic 'bout to vomit gin and tonic
Just bein honest, tell me, isn't that
6: Action Bronson]
Swiftly, I shift the 860
A heavy smoker so you I brought the Blake with me
The moon's reflection off the hit me
You should've with me
Now many bitches lay with me
The face is like a tablecloth
My gallop in the morning on the beach like a Chilean horse
Red roses on boxes very often
Confetti torture, drinking Henny like I'm Kenny

I fixed the game between Georgia Southern and
You see us scrambling, Susan Sarandon
The cloud of like the phantom
this shit tastes like fantastic
You see me comin' through in each
so the lord could put the fork inside the cheesecake
Cuffed to my wrist I've got the
The gavel slam, I'm a man, try not to eat ham
7: Big K.R.I.T.]
Big KRIT,
Spit my last breath: casket rap, six deep
Eyes closed, the black is back, out come the with flats
After that, bottles I pronounce, like, "How you ask for that?"
Why you ask for crack and all you had was
All I had was rap, when all they had was
All I wanted was love, all had was dap
Fuck them haters and fuck them hoes and cherish your
The aftermath, ask LeBron, open palm 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 'round here, that's just my country
Suckin' on your momma's titty, bitchin' while I was blade
Grippin' grain, fuckin' hoes, candy paint like
me with that rapper chatter, take that shit up with my bass
I put on my sub, how could you ever doubt me?
Most rappers hoping the world end so they won't have to drop 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
water flow, Dixie rebel past
Fuck your flag, popping benji tags on your wifey's ass
That's out of line, but in color?
I'm more like Bailey on you rap motherfuckers, a true artist