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You can catch me in the big body S-Class wit chrome
Pulling up to the wit a brim, ice and the chinchilla
Stacking that skrilla in a way
Rock from Nicaragua down to San Tropez, hey

And I aint even gotta in my raps
I keep it gully Im spitting this fire on hot tracks
My speak for themselves
Im like a LL back in the day when he was rocking the bells

The Sly of the microphone
Im old like Special K
and Ozone, rep for my people like Im Che Guevara
Wit a derby and linen pants plus a

Oh, Im so sick sending ambulances
To resuscitate the mic my verbal thrashing
Cash advances and top fashion
Guaranteed to the spot and keep the party peeps dancing

I had to switch up the for all the DJs spinning wax in the club
So when ya hear my joint y'all better it up, louder
Suvelo, that music bro
Respect the flow, ya to a music pro

The Burt Bacharach of rap is back to make ya move ya body
And lean like Joe Crack
Woah, get ya in the air
And wave them back and in the atmosphere

I know ya wondering if the are true, believe the hype
I am the dopest rapper to through
Wit brand new series of rap like Kung Fu
You believe me, ya crew could get hung to

I run through anybody
make me have to tell you again
Im Gods like Peter, Matthew, Mark, Luke and John
Now just bounce to this new hit song, what

sold out arenas to the silver screen
I crowds and drop hits that make the people scream
cream, get chauffeured in stretched out limousines
Im a hot album, you a, ahh, 16

T-Bone is hard as it gets and I dont fly class, why?
I travel chefs on private jets
Thats why you mad and upset,
I paid my dues though, been ripping these mics since decks

So your bets, Im the best yet
Move the crowd and ya bounce like bad checks
I got next the WNBA
me is like blacks joining the KKK

It happen, like hoods without guns clapping
Or hip hop wit no DJs and MCs
Its contradictory, none of ever get wit me
The dopest to ever breathe on a mic and claim