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The whole been in shambles!
fugazi
I'm just the channel!

Kendrick
The people's
I'm animal for

Career damaging verses, with candles lit
I like my raps extra
Since freestyling on lunch and park benches
And I won't my ten thousand hours in training
juggling gang, bangin'
My balancing was
And now we look at the competition as quick
They tappin' out before we even get a chance to 'em
What this about, is it or skill!?
Maybe both and I got large amounts 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 prove itself
I'm rollin' in that paper like two Adeles
Before scholars, I flowed than virgin lips
We had to the game up and you're flying through turbulence
Everything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it nowadays
It's like an 8-ball to the nowadays
I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the nowadays
It's seven and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking
power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer
Since stash boxes and showers, breaking the padlock
And the coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion
Surround itself bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!
This is they want, I'm the one
This is from 1980 - somethin'
I'm the son of the that got you niggas on
Play with him, you better off voting for Donald Trump
I'm yelling Mr Kanye for president
He probably let me get some head inside the
I'm in the White House all out
Bumping College Dropout, Americans
Nothing more than rap music
I merge jazz with the trap music
I mix black soul with rock and roll
They never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you
Oh yea, go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare
My jewelry now is wilder the new year
A locomotive couldn't track me down in my
Runnin' this shit with pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish
A right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?
D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to
It get annoying, wanna deploy him
And bitches adore him, but industry shitting for him
Probably thinking it's for him, one me
Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never my foreign
Mr. Valedictorian studied the game before
Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, them
To the grave I deport them, corporations extort
I'm snapping off my endorphins, I mighty morphin'
My radius gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman
Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the
You're against the tortoise, pace myself it's important
myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous
So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my
Jimi Kendrix performing, this studio haunted
I tell a bitch don't me
I this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me
Ib should've sent the instrumental
Every time I writing I get sentimental
shit is just not fair
But why the fuck I care?
The story of your life
Two young was born and y'all gon' die here
Oh Lord, be the yams
Billboard need 2Pac damn
But number 9 makes sure he on, yeah!
Hoochie, coochie, in a trance

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

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

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