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Let me the funk
Obsolete is the punk that talk more junk than sells
I jet propel at a rate that complice mental state
As I their masquerade

They couldn't fade a clipper blade
10 years in the trade is not enough, you cut it
I let you a swing, and you bunted
For an easy out, I leave MC's with

Of exceeding, my name is Brown and I'm proceeding, leading
try to follow but they're shallow and hollow
I can see right them like an empty 40 bottle, of O.E.
have no key, or no clue

To the at all, now they washed up
out to dry
Standing looking stupid, why
(Why man?)

It was the fame, that they to get
Now they around talking about represent
And keep it real, but I got to
'Cause they existing in a fantasy when the steel

a bye baby
Listen to my heart to a fine ravine
Of all things it's a vain of a
All impossible are possible

'Cause I'm for a new sector 365 days from now
wipe the sweat from my brow
And each and true will stick, or fall from the sky of my cloud nine
homies all the way to chics, no matter how fine

Controlling is a swollen way to wreck a proud
You hold it in your and watch a man start crying
Tear after tear in the man's hands
time you take a stance you do the puppet man's dance

And the worlds at a
Deep in broken Mansville, trapped in the moat with an
Still killing yourself, and ya health
You ain't amphibious, so grab a of yourself