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If your flow the flow that put the rap on a crutch
Then this that flow that'll annihilate the Earth and turn you to dust
No and no fight, by using all of my might
I will take over the and run this rap game out of sight
Is that in my cup, or is that lean
You show me money, make me perk up and make my gleam
I don't know what I be on, I just be this shit
I don't fuck with 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 flow with the hardest, take it the farthest
Compared to a kitchen full of knives I would still be the
I got mars bars, this is space jam
And I'm beating on my on some caveman shit
Can't see you, Ray Charles with my bitch
Desert Eagle leave you in the wasteland bitch
history, call that shit an overwrite
Smoking on that lemon kush got me higher a satellite
To these rappers would be of my supreme delight
Pockets so fat they are now attracting cellulite
Turn ya nose up, I'm the shit commodes
In a mode, unorthodox flow
If rap was dead, I'ma pull him straight up out the
Revive 'em and tell him don't you ever die on me again you bastard
Headed to the top, recognize I came from
She suck my like it's 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 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 murder
I 'em all with kindness, you can call that common courtesy
Yellow tape around the booth, motherfucker it's a murder
up off adrenaline, you couldn't stop me if you had Thorazine
So damn sick, you gon' need a quarantine
Young Money stunting, my money than 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 normal because it's wretched
Mind so sharp, I try to think too hard, fuck and get beheaded
I don't write, I spit
I spew bombs when I
Never-mind the nukes and bombs I'll let off in this bitch
Never-mind what they say, always be killing 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