And it's the 5th (uh huh) repetitive (nah) highly (all right) and elegant (yeah) I'm gettin' busier, can't you I got the rhymes that so well
And the 5th element, repetitive, competitive, and elegant, I'm gettin' busier, you tell?, I got the rhymes that sound so
Yeah, I got no to waste, back and time to embrace, kid is too nice, I ain't flat on my face, I it out, Yeah, guess I'm the case, and I slowin' up, infact, I'm detachin' the so, believe me I say it, I ain't gunna no, from no man, especially no assholes, is to much, I flex like muscle, and I a hustla but I'm livin' off my hustle, in the grates, the track, Went from who produced to producer who raps, kid, respect if you don't respect rhymes, we all got our taste but I still the test of time.
And ever since I started up, and off this class, I've been more attention and often more ass, listen, women, stand sluts, fucked, irritating, all of the (yep) my ain't pretty, rhymes ain't gritty, I'm in between from the country in the city, and record labels never saw a in me, but I can tour and a thousand kids sing me, a day hippy, yeah, up the norm, smoke dope, you can say I'm up a storm I dress I'm sixteen, spit like a pro, wear the same clothes in every video and second show, is me, tryin' to do it comfortably, lazy as but I run my own company, and most music, I despise it, but I hate on everything I even hate of my shit.
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Hip hop the same, I remember parents used to it, but hip hop is grown up and now parents it, and their grandmother love rap now, and everybody and grandmother try to rap now, I'm a fan but I'm my cool, cause every that I hear keeps abusing they tools, you can't an album with 12 battle tracks when your are whack and you can't make laugh. Most rappers like me, I can live with it, diss me on your cause really I don't give a shit, say I'm a sell out, call my beats commercial, but it's music man, I don't take none of it
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