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

Kendrick
The champion
I'm animal for

Career damaging verses, meditating candles lit
I like my raps prolific
freestyling on lunch tables and park benches
And I won't mention my ten thousand hours in
juggling gang, bangin'
My was tremendous
And now we look at the as quick submission
tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss '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 is never mistakable

I can see incapable

To be the God emcees, you me well
Ridiculous, venomous, in my heart, the sinister
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 you're through turbulence
Everything is high stakes nowadays, how it played nowadays
It's an 8-ball to the face nowadays
I'm nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays
It's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm
Higher power, other hour since Eddie Bauer
Since stash 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!
This is they want, I'm the one
This is vintage from 1980 -
I'm the son of the pioneer got you niggas on
Play with him, bitch you off voting for Donald Trump
I'm yelling Mr West for president
He probably let me get head inside the residence
I'm in the White goin' all out
Bumping Dropout, God-bless Americans
Nothing more influential rap music
I merge fusion with the trap music
I mix black soul with some rock and
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 now is wilder than the new year
A couldn't track me down in my cobra
Runnin' this shit four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish
A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done
D-Bo, all of it one year, to California
It get annoying, niggas wanna him
And bitches wanna adore him, but shitting for him
Probably thinking for him, only one me
the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign
Mr. Valedictorian the game before them
Listen to you boredom, baby rappers, support them
To the I deport them, corporations extort them
I'm off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'
My radius rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the
Hundred mil in my fortune, call me back in the morning
You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's
Lace myself with the my playerism enormous
So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my
Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted
I tell a don't sweat me
I kill whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me
Ib should've never sent the
time I start writing I get sentimental
This is just not fair
But why the fuck I care?
The story of life here
Two young was born and y'all gon' die here
Oh Lord, gotta be the
Billboard list 2Pac damn
But number 9 makes sure he on, yeah!
Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a

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

Murder my allegations and burning my finger
Adjourning my patience and earning royalty payments
I'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is
I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. 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 had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest

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