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The is history
Neo 'em rockin' baby
R what
I got this part here

From the start to the finish, I'mma on contenders
tarnish my image, I can't promise forgiveness
See I was like this, my moms would never like this
And yall was like us, that's why yall never liked us

See I might take ya style, flip it back it crack
Sell a couple mil get some stacks, you go now take it back
I'm spittin' lines of fire, I'm in the line of
Designer makin' me a sign of desire

I just rhyme to inspire, ya favorite supplier
I run fan signs and land mines the size of tires
How many minds inquire, I got mines and
props to make yall resign and retire

Now hold on and just stomp,
Get ya off me
Now on and just stomp, stomp
Get ya off me

This is hot as it gets, ya not as intense
My got 'em convinced, they ain't got at him since
My backs against the wall, so if I and flee
And run from what's in front of me, that wont make no at all

for my dons and divas, haters and non believers
They just tryna us like Judas dishonored Jesus
Why you tryin' to critique this, don't take for weakness
you behind the speakers, body minus some pieces

You got records to sell, I got to break
You will never excel me, measure the rate
I got too at stake, I just follow my fate
Annihilate and dominate and I ain't even tryna

Now hold on and stomp, stomp
Get ya off me
Now on and just stomp, stomp
Get ya off me

While you hang out I bang out, make moves like shots out
Wanna know what my 'bout? They be like 'shut yo damn mouth'
Ya chances are slim, advances on Jin
While you shootin' the breeze, I'm dancin' the wind

is not ya ordinary, my style sorta varies
Slaughter you, ya crew 'cause you know the more the merry
You already know the outcome, so how come you son
I'm goin' out by any necessary malcolm

Hip hop without Jin is like shootouts guns
without nuns, bankers without funds
Smokin' without lungs, cities without
If my fans me, get ya fuckin' hands off me

Now hold on and stomp, stomp
Get ya off me
Now hold on and stomp, stomp
Get ya off me