And it's the 5th (uh huh) repetitive (nah) highly (all right) classy and (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 busier, can't you tell?, I got the rhymes that so well
Yeah, I got no to waste, back and it's to embrace, kid is too nice, I ain't flat on my face, I it out, Yeah, I'm crackin' the case, and I ain't up, infact, I'm detachin' the so, believe me I say it, I ain't take no, from no man, especially no assholes, is to much, I words 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 drive if you respect rhymes, we all got our taste but I stood the test of time.
And since I started movin' up, and off this class, been gettin' more attention and often more ass, listen, women, stand sluts, fucked, irritating, all of the (yep) my flow ain't pretty, ain't gritty, I'm in between from the country 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 like I'm sixteen, spit a pro, wear the clothes in every video and every second show, this is me, to do it comfortably, lazy as but I run my own company, and music, really I despise it, but I hate on I even hate most of my shit.
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Hip hop the same, I remember parents to hate it, but hip hop is grown up and now parents it, everybody and grandmother love rap now, and everybody and grandmother try to rap now, I'm a fan but I'm my cool, cause every rapper I hear keeps abusing they tools, you can't make an album with 12 battle when punchlines are whack and you make hyenas laugh. Most rappers don't me, I can live with it, me on your record cause really I don't give a shit, say that I'm a sell out, call my commercial, but only music man, I don't take of it personal
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