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Let me freak the
Obsolete is the punk that talk more junk Sanford sells
I jet propel at a rate that their mental state
As I invade their

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

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

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

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

Rock a bye
Listen to my pumping to a fine ravine
Of all things a vain of a shrine
All missions impossible are

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

Controlling is a way to wreck a proud mind
You it in your hands and watch a man start crying
Tear after tear in the puppet 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
killing yourself, and dogging ya health
You ain't amphibious, so a hold of yourself