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The whole industry in shambles!
fugazi
I'm changin' the channel!

Kendrick
The champion
I'm for analysts

damaging verses, meditating with candles lit
I my raps extra prolific
Since freestyling on tables and park benches
And I won't mention my ten thousand in training
While gang, bangin'
My was tremendous
And now we look at the competition as submission
They tappin' out before we even get a chance to 'em
What this about, is it or skill!?
Maybe it's both and I got large of it, it's real
You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is mistakable

I can see incapable

To be the God emcees, you me well
Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the
Run for cover, my lineage prove
I'm rollin' in that paper like two Adeles
Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin
We had to shake the game up and flying through turbulence
Everything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it nowadays
like an 8-ball to the face nowadays
I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the nowadays
It's seven and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking
Higher power, every hour since Eddie Bauer
stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock
And the dead coward a thousand deaths, entire lion
Surround with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!
is what they want, I'm the one
This is vintage from 1980 -
I'm the son of the that got you niggas on
Play with him, bitch you off voting for Donald Trump
I'm yelling Mr Kanye West for
He let me get some head inside the residence
I'm in the House goin' all out
College Dropout, God-bless Americans
Nothing more than rap music
I merge jazz fusion the trap music
I mix black soul with some rock and
never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes
Oh yea, go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare
My jewelry now is than the new year
A locomotive couldn't me down in my cobra
Runnin' shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish
A bitch right in front ya, chico, what you done here?
D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to
It get annoying, wanna deploy him
And bitches wanna adore him, but shitting for him
Probably it's for him, only one me
Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never my foreign
Mr. Valedictorian studied the game them
Listen to you with boredom, rappers, support them
To the grave I them, corporations extort them
I'm off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'
My rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman
Hundred mil in my fortune, they me back in the morning
You're racing against the tortoise, myself it's important
Lace myself with the my playerism enormous
So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my
Jimi performing, this fucking studio haunted
I tell a don't sweat me
I kill this whole fuckin' if Cole let me
Ib should've never the instrumental
time I start writing I get sentimental
This shit is not fair
But why the fuck I care?
The story of life here
Two young stars was born and y'all gon' die
Oh Lord, gotta be the
Billboard list 2Pac damn
But 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah!
Hoochie, coochie, in a trance

Every day a celebration, but the valley peaking me
Is not validation, nigga TDE
And my doggies be salivating, salaries, ratings
And casualties all me, don't make me do demonstrations

Murder my allegations and burning my traces
Adjourning my patience and earning royalty payments
I'm sorry not relating, this party is reservated
I this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it
My Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it
I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play
The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the greatest

my leather...
(Nah I'm just fuckin' ya)