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Yo, I plaster the nation, evacuation My got 'em patient from how I keeps it amazing See, I'm the niggas need some training While I'm the pain and making it suitable for any occasion I'm very engaging soon as I'm Quickly back you up and bag bitch She's reminding me of Lathan Rely on the hating I'm smiling and waiting That's when I 'em If you try to front, you'll be mistaken The making of a classic, alrighty, I'll face it My is ancient and I'm hiring, so try me, I'm patient Sorry, I'm lying, it, I'm back for the taking I'm urgently giving niggas the courtesy of smashing their in (Damn, can you cut his mic off?) See how we got 'em Cause they believe what we have in the making Shit so historic, got me goin' for it I bang the nation And do niggas greasier than a slab of
Bitch, you cooking this pork in this house? cooking that damn pork in this house The hell going on in
Take a with it, bake the raw Where the so savage That knuckles gon' scrape the floor a call, all the rocket ships taking off Jah, Wu, gun music playin' when we off
rap niggas is bitches, nothing but suckers to me Sacrifice myself for the and let them suffer through me Your product is nothing to me I only feel effects when I fuck Louis Yep, I get buck in the studio like I'm Dee Pulling strings the Muppet movie my light like Mos calling his mother Umi Who's the regardless of who's flaming? We ain't talkin' 'bout the until you mention my name Who're you kidding? The spitting I'll break you a mirror so it's clearer That we don't in superstition These new additions supervision Thinking that they can spit it in the booth me are you stupid? Listen I've been official, it's been official, I'm too I make a claim cause I'm too for euphemisms in the cut like a new incision I'll put you on your ass like True So give it up for the truest
a tour with it, bake the raw Where the beats so That it's knuckles gon' scrape the a call, all the rocket ships taking off Jah, Wu, gun music playin' we facing off