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[Verse 1: Vic
The first one was a fluke, anyone can get beginner's
Rookie think he too hot cause he drop bars about some Harry Potter
And said some about a semi truck
In same cannabis print boxers, boy that shit HUF
Yeah, I heard of Vic, he like so and so and such and such
He ain't original, he ain't digital, he the INNANET
Them Odd Future kids been had that shit up
We Savemoney, we si -- aight, aight enough
Multiply my uncomparable
My tarots straight in the slumps
They trying to beat me to the
Be I'm skydiving without a parachute
You might drop first, but I'mma hit than ten of you
out of nine of my dimes, got smoking Tennessee's
I'm betting 35 I'm from Oklahoma, Tennessee
Tentative date pending, they trying to sentence me
Send 'em and in-voice, out of state, lawyer my plea
You petty boys, don't address me or a Gettysburg
Blood on the leaves, fall like autumn
And if it's off-season Halloween and February
Word on the land is that I'm air play everywhere
I hit the ground running in '93, I probably die when I'm 27
Heath Ledger to keep the work on the plane
Like I'm staff, plus I be free
Fresh outta jail, up the tree, in my bomber seat
to the porky round police, keep my pits clean
Smoke strong like creatine, cranapple juice to clear the
Clear papers when I'm writing, I be green
Cut my negatives like a filmmaker screen, split screen
Refrain shit that repeat
detectives trying to make the quota
See that 44 clap like the nolia in the
Niggas chances be gotta stay a soldier
Boy, been one hell of year, ain't it?
I left the band, a man, my brother Purp just had a daughter
Some of my other fam damn near
I'm still in the hood, same whip, same
Same homies where I used to serve OGs through the
Masking the blade, you better hope d'Artagnan come to your
Fence in the field, hop it
Cops come I'm hurling the sack and the topic
Talk that mess, me mop it
Buckshot, lunar eclipse the black moon I'm in--

[Verse 2: Rocky]
ain't goofies
I had two with two G's, gave 'em roofies
And then you know they gave me loose-leaf, paper
I said I'd do your favors to you
Darth shader, see you like the razor
I give a fuck about clans or the Raiders
know me and I came with the braids up
I give a ---
Is a curse, I can curse?
(No, no, wrong with that? Keep going)
I freestyle in person
I gave you penis, I mean
You already know my the meanest
You could say penis on TV it ain't a curse
It's worse, leave in a hearse
Niggas wearing skirts, about us do dirt
You don't want
They don't want it because they shooting but they made of Nerf
And you I come through riding [?] and surfing
--- ---
Let me hear something, Bun, what you say?

3: Bun B]
It's all good, I'm UGK
We them dudes that mama you about
I'm like Red from Five Heartbeats, the window and hold you out
And this is freestyle, it didn't written
So all good, we real emcees that's spittin'
On the we got DJ Red Alert
He keep it mixing, I spit the the rhymes that make your head
I make the world shake, I make the ground
Everything I do is groundbreaking, it's ground
Type flow, boys know
Bun B UGK for life out the do'
This is PAT freestyle
Already spittin' and written, no bullshitting, I'm here
And I'm killing it, keeping it
Boys already know they'll never me for real
So do your thing, but try to do me
That's it, just do me

[Verse 4:
The was mucus, I spit it up
to be infamous, while you rappers is jicama
Many come try and get some synonyms, what I'm spitting
The open casket if you asking, I them
So everybody crowd around, everybody be the shit but homie I'm the bowel
See my vowels be pure like Al B. Sure's mane
Just to get a couple O's in the account mane
For now I change
And eight times out of nine be 'bout rain
Or the
Or dudes' chicks and how big his -- is
I'm flyer than a pilot let me show you how to this
Never sex it up and dumb it
Insane flow, I'm Usain Bolt I run this now

[Verse 5: Vic
time is it? What time clock looking like?
Rappers smoke crack, they need to go and a pipe
First the Fat Boys break up Sway cut his dreads off
Then Vic Mensa came and cut heads off
You hard, but your bread
You talking crazy, why the [?] get you layed off
Your legs off, them like a Mexican
The cartel come through every that I'm flexing it
You know they him
When I'm through and the glass is reflecting them
I see them phony, they trying to play me we homies
They wrap me up that's why I come around with the homies
And them out
Come back home I used to go from rags to ragging bone
On my feet, you feeling?
How you know? Me and Rocky in this bitch
Still

[Verse 6: A$AP
And I'm with the nigga Bun
We can't (Do what you gotta do, man)
And I'm my homie Bun
Top gun, you know we one
But up, let me get to the flashin' fashion
You know it's some casual crassin'
I got the new
And I don't a fuck, got three floors
And like three and like three cars
And they all
And she got bags and they all Gucci's
And I the strip clubs cause they all hoochies
You know I give them dollars, they loosies
Everybody the Prada, Prada
Gotta holla, holla at a dollar, at your guala
Holla tomata, hottie
And you hot Tamale's
You see me in the fucking popping Molly's
I 'bout it though
And you I got the boutta boutta boutta flow
I come around like Waldo?
Tell her I the motherfucking model
[?] shoes with the [?]
And my stank, I need a Alto
You already come