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 that sound so
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 ain't up, infact, I'm the brace so, believe me I say it, I gunna take no, from no man, especially no assholes, is to much, I words like 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 if you don't respect rhymes, we all got our taste but I stood the test of time.
And since I started movin' up, and popped off class, I've been gettin' more attention and often ass, listen, women, can't sluts, fucked, irritating, all of the (yep) my flow pretty, rhymes ain't gritty, I'm in between from the livin' in the city, and record labels saw a thing 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 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 everything I even most 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 parents it, everybody and grandmother love rap now, and and their grandmother try to rap now, I'm a fan but I'm my cool, cause every rapper that I keeps abusing they tools, you can't make an album 12 battle tracks when your are whack and you can't make laugh. Most rappers don't like me, I can with it, diss me on your 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 none of it personal
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