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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
Don't be scared, nigga, is you
I've been thinking 'bout all the O's in my bank
X the O's in my bed is 'round the amount
Ever since this new star came about
Or since me and Drizzy started hangin' out
boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts hang
Transition to a from a Mustang
Drugs slang in the drug game with the
(I know one thing) Anything is better that 1 train
Bag made of Goyard, cheffin' like I'm
Dee, probably selling D in local courtyard
Braids like I'm O-Dog, my la familia go
Down to my inlaws, they outlaws with no
[Verse 2: Lamar]
We outlawed I bogart, any pros that got 'proached at
With a toe-tag, get broke off, in the with a skateboard
I roll and I blaze y'all like, "DOO DOO!" I hate y'all
When the beef cooked, I ate y'all like, "Mmm mmm," let's play
In a with all sharks and a blindfold, I rhyme cold
My K hot, your 9 cold, that bark K9 drone
That clip, straight from the rip
I'll make that shirt say RIP, I'm on some
If I'm not the hottest then Hell must've over
You thought it was safe forgot what the code was
I carry traits of a traumatized
Don't look in my face, I 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 I'm 'posed ta, I might slice my wrist
Or pretend a vulture and drop off this cliff
[Verse 3: Bada$$]
Barely conscious, talking to my conscience
Gettin' in these flows like conches
I'm on my convict, don't drop bars, I drop
Don't sell rocks the spectrum through the prisms
bypassed the bias and the -isms
The and the killin', so given
They seen my pigment and thought was the ign'ance
Unfortunately I am not that of niglet
But pass the pot let me
Just got back to the block from a 6 o'clock Jigga
And I'm thinkin' signin' to the Roc
But my niggas on the block still to the rocks
And I it hurt me soul
I try to prevail, but when I it only hurt their sales
you're only gon' end up either dead or in jail
But you my nigga, wish you the for real
4: Yelawolf]
When you mention my name amongst other rappers
Or for that matter, any fuckin' rapper, it
Painter, skater, musician, trailer park dirt ditch
Burger flippin', eat, sleep, shittin' bein', you would be in
Trouble to double or couple me to these others
comparatively speakin', my reach is beyond the bubble
That they put me in, my beyond the Hubble's
I huddle Nubians, new beginning again
You in school at 10, late, goin' gold
And so? GREAT. Do I give a flying
If I'm applyin' love to my rhymin' alignin' us?
Alabama's climbin' up, wait, no I give a
Flying duck, but a buckshot, Ch, pow!
Motherfuck life, pussy blood clot
Ain't never been no rapper cold since 2Pac was froze
And out for spot date at a Coachella show, Yelawolf
5: Danny Brown]
Weed a different like a hoodrat bra and panties
And my flow be overhead like pots and pans in
Antsy cause I'm high like Michael penny loafers
Moonwalkin' on the sun, barefoot, shades on
Bitch smell like a penguin
hit that shit with my worst enemy's penis
Bitch when I say this I this: "Ho, I'm the meanest"
Dick so big, stretch from to Venus
That got me nauseous, on shit, no off switch
Lawless, obnoxious, on that "suck my cock"
That is my synopsis, pot shit
Hoes on some God shit, it! You not this!
Novice, regardless, and awkward
Cryin' tears of vodka prima at the concert
Adonis smokin' chronic to vomit gin and tonic
Just honest, tell me, isn't that ironic?
[Verse 6: Bronson]
Swiftly, I shift the 860
A heavy smoker so you know I brought the Blake me
The moon's off the lake hit me
You stayed with me
Now Asian bitches lay with me
The is silky like a tablecloth
My shorty gallop in the morning on the beach like a Chilean
Red roses on boxes very often
Confetti torture, drinking Henny I'm Kenny Lofton

I fixed the game between Georgia Southern and
You see us scrambling, selling Susan
The cloud of smoke like the
Damn shit tastes like fantastic
You see me comin' through in each
Just so the lord could put the 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 'Lac 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, when all they had was
All I wanted was love, all had was dap
them haters and fuck them hoes and cherish your wins
The aftermath, ask LeBron, open palm a bitch
Walk the plank or a bank, I've been in the business of sinkin' ships
Chokin' niggas out with the anchors they anchor with
Resuscitations cost the label, I'm taxing if you a hit
Clear, your career, bitch, I was born here
Been a killer, '86er, nigga, my born year
Get the from 'round here, that's just my country ways
Suckin' on momma's titty, bitchin' while I was choppin' blade
Grippin' grain, fuckin' hoes, candy paint like
Miss me that rapper chatter, take that shit up with my bass
I put that on my sub, how you ever doubt me?
Most rappers hoping the end so they won't have to drop another album
B.B. King saw the king in me, so why you?
In to come up close, you'll have to dig up Cash and Elvis, too
Muddy water flow, rebel past
Fuck your Louis flag, popping benji on your wifey's ass
out of line, but in living color?
I'm more like Bailey on you rap motherfuckers, a true artist