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If your flow the flow that put the rap game on a
Then this that flow that'll annihilate the and turn you rappers to dust
No fuss and no fight, by using all of my
I will take over the world and run this rap game out of
Is that patron in my cup, or is lean
You show me money, me perk up and make my eyes gleam
I don't know what I be on, I be killing this shit
I don't with none of you niggas like I'm a bigot and shit
You shouldn't of got me started, spitting like I'm
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 still be the sharpest
I got bars, this is space jam bitch
And I'm beating on my chest on caveman shit
see you, Ray Charles with my raybands bitch
Desert leave you dead in the wasteland bitch
Making history, call that shit an
Smoking on lemon kush got me higher than a satellite
To kill these rappers be of my supreme delight
Pockets getting so fat they are now attracting
ya nose up, I'm the shit like 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 give brain and I go dumb
And no it's not a diss, but I have a
And on it, I got everyone, but I have just begun
My beats strong, Hip Hop's in my I.V.
I got a multitude of bars if a want to try me
I'm killing everything, everything, I'm on a spree
I kill 'em all with kindness, you can call that courtesy
Yellow tape around the booth, it's a murder scene
Hyped up off adrenaline, you couldn't me if you had Thorazine
So damn sick, you need a fucking quarantine
Young Money stunting, my money longer a limousine
Let me down for a minute, I'm feeling replenished
I dip that blunt in the lean and think that I'm a
My flow is not because it's something wretched
Mind so sharp, I try to think too hard, around and get beheaded
I write, I just spit
I spew bombs I spit
the nukes and atomic bombs I'll let off in this bitch
Never-mind what they say, I'll always be your set
You rappers owe me for shitty music and I came to on that debt
It's Jay F. Tae, and the F would be for foul
If you hating, I suggest you yo' ass a-that-a-way
The next mixtape Weezy, I am Makaveli's
So that mean if yo' bars not up to par that you should away