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If flow the flow that put the rap game on a crutch
this that flow that'll annihilate the Earth and turn you rappers to dust
No fuss and no fight, by using all of my
I will take the world and run this rap game out of sight
Is that patron in my cup, or is that
You show me money, make me perk up and make my eyes
I know what I be on, I just be killing this shit
I don't fuck with none of you niggas I'm a bigot and shit
You shouldn't of got me started, spitting I'm retarded
Bitch I be the Sergeant, number one in my quadrant
I can with the hardest, I'ma take it the farthest
to a kitchen full of knives I would still be the sharpest
I got mars bars, this is jam bitch
And I'm beating on my on some caveman shit
Can't see you, Ray with my raybands bitch
Desert Eagle you dead in the wasteland bitch
Making history, call that an overwrite
Smoking on that lemon kush got me than a satellite
To kill these rappers would be of my supreme
Pockets getting so fat are now attracting cellulite
ya nose up, I'm the shit like commodes
In a mode, unorthodox flow
If rap was dead, pull him straight up out the casket
Revive 'em and tell him you ever die on me again you fucking bastard
Headed to the top, recognize where I from
She suck my like it's a thumb
She good brain and I go dumb
And no it's not a diss, but I a hit-list
And on it, I got everyone, Legendary but I just begun
My beats strong, Hip Hop's 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 kindness, you can call that common courtesy
Yellow around the booth, motherfucker it's a murder scene
Hyped up off adrenaline, you couldn't stop me if you had
So sick, you gon' need a fucking quarantine
Young Money stunting, my money than a limousine
Let me calm for a minute, I'm feeling replenished
I dip that blunt in the lean and that I'm a chemist
My flow is not normal because it's wretched
Mind so sharp, I try to think too hard, fuck and get beheaded
I don't write, I just
I bombs when I spit
Never-mind the nukes and bombs I'll let off in this bitch
Never-mind what say, I'll always be killing your set
You rappers owe me for music and I came to collect on that debt
It's Jay F. Tae, and the F be for foul 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 away