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If your flow the flow that put the rap on a crutch
Then this that that'll annihilate the Earth and turn you rappers to dust
No and no fight, by using all of my might
I will take over the world and run rap game out of sight
Is that patron in my cup, or is lean
You show me money, make me perk up and make my gleam
I don't know what I be on, I be killing this shit
I don't fuck with none of you like I'm a bigot and shit
You of got me started, spitting like I'm retarded
Bitch I still be the Sergeant, one in my quadrant
I can with the hardest, I'ma take it the farthest
Compared to a kitchen full of knives I would still be the
I got mars bars, this is jam bitch
And I'm on my chest on some caveman shit
Can't see you, Ray Charles with my raybands
Desert Eagle you dead in the wasteland bitch
Making history, call that an overwrite
Smoking on lemon kush got me higher than a satellite
To these rappers would be of my supreme delight
Pockets getting so fat they are now cellulite
Turn ya nose up, I'm the shit commodes
In a kamikaze mode, flow
If rap was dead, I'ma pull him up out the casket
'em and tell him don't you ever die on me again you fucking bastard
Headed to the top, recognize I came from
She suck my dick like a thumb
She good brain and I go dumb
And no not a diss, but I have a hit-list
And on it, I got everyone, Legendary but I just begun
My heart beats strong, Hip in my I.V.
I got a multitude of if a nigga want to try me
I'm killing everything, everything, I'm on a spree
I kill 'em all with kindness, you can call common courtesy
Yellow tape the booth, motherfucker it's a murder scene
Hyped up off adrenaline, you stop me if you had Thorazine
So damn sick, you need a fucking quarantine
Money stunting, my money longer than a limousine
Let me calm down for a minute, I'm replenished
I dip that blunt in the lean and that I'm a chemist
My flow is not because it's something wretched
Mind so sharp, I try to think too hard, around and get beheaded
I don't write, I spit
I spew bombs I spit
Never-mind the nukes and bombs I'll let off in this bitch
Never-mind what they say, always be killing your set
You owe me for shitty music and I came to collect on that debt
It's Jay F. Tae, and the F would be for play
If you hating, I suggest you yo' ass a-that-a-way
The next Weezy, I am Makaveli's protege
So that mean if yo' bars not up to par that you should stay