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[Verse 1: Vic
The one was a fluke, anyone can get beginner's luck
Rookie think he too hot cause he bars about some Harry Potter books
And said some about a semi truck
In them same print boxers, boy that shit HUF
Yeah, I heard of Vic, he sound like so and so and and such
He ain't original, he digital, he ain't the INNANET
Them Odd Future kids been had made shit up
We Savemoney, we si -- aight, aight enough
Multiply my uncomparable
My straight even in the slumps
trying to beat me to the jump
Be like I'm skydiving a parachute
You might drop first, but I'mma hit than ten of you
Eight out of of my dimes, got smoking Tennessee's
I'm betting 35 like I'm Oklahoma, Tennessee
Tentative court date pending, they to sentence me
Send 'em and in-voice, out of state, lawyer my plea
You petty boys, don't address me or catch a
Blood on the leaves, bodies fall like
And if off-season like Halloween and February
Word on the is that I'm getting air play everywhere
I hit the ground in '93, I should probably die when I'm 27
Heath lines to keep the work on the plane
Like I'm staff, plus I be free
outta jail, fire up the tree, in my bomber seat
Shout-out to the porky police, keep my pits clean
Smoke strong like creatine, cranapple to clear the trace
Clear papers when I'm writing, I be seeing
Cut my negatives a filmmaker switch screen, split screen
Refrain from that repeat
Ducking detectives trying to make the
See that 44 clap like the nolia in the
Niggas chances be slim stay a soldier
Boy, it's been one of year, ain't it?
I left the band, became a man, my Purp just had a daughter
Some of my other fam near famous
I'm still in the hood, same whip, crib
Same where I used to serve OGs through the fence
the blade, you better hope d'Artagnan come to your defense
Fence in the field, hop it
Cops come I'm hurling the sack and changing the
Talk that mess, me mop it
Buckshot, eclipse split the black moon I'm in--

[Verse 2: Rocky]
ain't goofies
I had two chicks two G's, gave 'em roofies
And you know they gave me some loose-leaf, paper
I said I'd do favors to you later
Darth Vader shader, see you the razor
I give a fuck about clans or the Raiders
Niggas know me and I came the braids up
I give a ---
Is that a curse, I can
(No, no, what's wrong that? Keep going)
I freestyle in person
I you penis, I mean phoenix
You already know my the meanest
You say penis on TV because it ain't a curse
It's worse, leave in a hearse
Niggas wearing skirts, about us do dirt
You want Nerf
They don't want it they shooting but they bullets made of Nerf
And you know I come through riding [?] and
--- ---
Let me hear something, Bun, you gotta 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, open the window and you out
And this is freestyle, it didn't come
So it's all good, we real emcees spittin'
On the turntables we got DJ Red
He keep it mixing, I spit the the that make your head hurt
I make the world shake, I make the quake
Everything I do is groundbreaking, it's break
Type flow, already know
Bun B repping UGK for out the do'
This is PAT spittin'
said spittin' and written, no bullshitting, I'm here
And I'm killing it, it trill
Boys know they'll never touch 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 them some synonyms, I'm spitting
The open casket if you asking, I dided
So everybody crowd around, everybody be the but homie I'm the foulest bowel
See my vowels be pure like Al B. brows mane
Just trying to get a couple O's in the account
For now I change
And times out of nine rappers be 'bout rain
Or the
Or other dudes' and how big his -- is
I'm flyer than a pilot let me show you how to this
sex it up and dumb it down
Insane flow, I'm Bolt I run this now what?

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

[Verse 6: A$AP
And I'm trilling with the Bun
We can't curse? (Do you gotta do, man)
And I'm my homie Bun
Top gun, you know we one
But hold up, let me get to the flashin'
You already know some casual crassin'
I got the new
And I don't give a fuck, got floors
And like three broads and like cars
And all hoopties
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 love
Everybody the Prada, Prada
Gotta holla, at a dollar, holla at your guala
tomata, hottie tomaties
And you hot Tamale's
You see me in the allies fucking popping
I ain't it though
And you I got the boutta boutta boutta flow
I come around like Waldo?
Tell her I need the motherfucking
[?] love shoes the [?]
And my stank, I need a Alto
You already through--