And the 5th element (uh huh) repetitive (nah) highly (all right) and elegant (yeah) I'm gettin' busier, can't you I got the rhymes sound so well
And the 5th element, repetitive, competitive, and elegant, I'm gettin' busier, you tell?, I got the that sound so well
Yeah, I got no to waste, back and time to embrace, kid is too nice, I ain't fallin' on my face, I it out, Yeah, I'm crackin' the case, and I slowin' up, infact, I'm detachin' the so, me when I say it, I ain't take no, shit no man, from no assholes, is to much, I flex words muscle, and I ain't a hustla but I'm off my hustle, in the grates, the track, Went from rapper who to producer who raps, kid, respect drive if you don't rhymes, we all got our taste but I still stood the of time.
And ever I started movin' 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 flow ain't pretty, rhymes gritty, I'm in from the country livin' in the city, and record never saw a thing in me, but I can tour and a kids sing with me, a day hippy, yeah, up the norm, smoke dope, you can say I'm bakin' up a I dress I'm sixteen, spit like a pro, wear the same clothes in every and every second show, is me, tryin' to do it comfortably, lazy as but I run my own company, and most music, really I it, but I hate on everything I even hate of my shit.
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Hip hop the same, I remember used to hate it, but hip hop is grown up and now play it, everybody and their 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 punchlines are and you make hyenas laugh. Most rappers don't me, I can live with it, diss me on record cause really I don't give a shit, say that I'm a sell out, call my commercial, but it's music man, I don't none of it personal
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