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It's verses and Murakami/murder coming rhyming
All my raps is (superflat), all your raps is wack
Tell him that the future's back, DeLorean rolling down the
You can call it shooting craps, and my is back
And my is up
Ka without Kahlua, so you ain't got to pour the king a cup
Young Yakuza but, none of my cut
So I can still sip Red Zinger with my up
Made/maid man, you can call cleaning up
I'm OCD, I never think it's clean
That's what me, I never think it's mean enough
Lines deeper than those on a sneaker, cuz
You gone need two heads like the King of Clubs to figure out the meaning of
I'm just achieving buzz so stay out of son/sun way like drinking blood
This is what it feels to be in love

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