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It's verses and Murakami/murder coming rhyming
All my raps is (superflat), all raps is super wack
Tell him the future's back, DeLorean rolling down the block
You can call it shooting craps, and my roof is
And my is up
Kingda Ka Kahlua, so you ain't got to pour the king a cup
Young Yakuza but, none of my cut
So I can sip Red Zinger with my pinkies up
Made/maid man, you can call cleaning up
I'm OCD, I never think clean enough
what defines me, I never think it's mean enough
Lines deeper those waiting on a sneaker, cuz
You gone need two heads like the King of just to figure out the meaning of
I'm just achieving buzz so out of son/sun way like you're drinking blood
is what it feels like to be in love

I come on, I mean look at what I'm dropping here
Do this for the and the blogosphere
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 helicopter chair
Jay me a co-sign like I was RocaWear, but be clear I'm not the air/heir
I'm the water, and the earth
That means I'm doing dirt, spitting flames and thirst
And plus the God has been on my side since birth
I hope that he me, I hope I do his work in every single verse
Now I might do a dance, I might even jerk, tell them niggas hate
Only God is great, Of The State