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It's Hirst/hearse verses and Murakami/murder rhyming
All my raps is (superflat), all raps is super wack
Tell him that the future's back, DeLorean down the block
You can call it craps, and my roof is back
And my is up
Kingda Ka without Kahlua, so you got to pour the king a cup
Yakuza but, none of my fingers cut
So I can still sip Red Zinger with my up
Made/maid man, you can call cleaning up
I'm OCD, I never it's clean enough
That's what defines me, I never think it's mean
Lines deeper than waiting on a sneaker, cuz
You need two heads like the King of Clubs just to figure out the meaning of
I'm achieving buzz so stay out of son/sun way like you're drinking blood
This is what it like to be in love

I mean come on, I mean look at I'm dropping here
Do this for the block and the
No, you ain't ready for the heavy, so I'll keep it light as gear
I don't want the throne, I want the rocking chair
Jay me a co-sign like I was RocaWear, but be clear I'm not the air/heir
I'm the water, fire and the
That I'm doing dirt, spitting flames and quenching thirst
And the real God has been on my side since birth
I hope he forgives me, I hope I do his work in every single verse
Now I might do a dance, I might even jerk, them niggas don't hate
God is great, Enemy Of The State