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Word is bond, my songs ain't And any who thinks that, they must can't rap and can't get that I got with receipts, peeps who make mad beats So, if you get souped, I add
Commander in Chief of the belief, fonta leafs burn The end knot mixin' E and J with keeps me geeked up So, if you got weed speak up So, I can up and leave you with that shit in tea cups
We bust the raps that While you battle your own boys, just to check to see fatter I put it together like McGyver, bombin' your cypher Helpin' to represent like diapers
I'm one of them prime time without rotation but I'm patient 'Cause Tame One owe no station Nathan I'd rather hide my tape collection I'm Nixon Watergate nine-six in effect, the missin'
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My forms, patterns, some might think arrogant I'm transparent but lyrics, it's apparent That I be the greater rhyme with the data Saturn Sega, player, nigga hater
Instant flow, like five grits flips To rock for the Jack's haps, be on some shit skits like a private dick hits From all different directions, chop you into
Like a jigsaw, shit be raw, for all y'all tall Raps, and brawls, all jaws with the gall Foot in the mix like Hammer forms, check the track Flip the song, From the Bong', wrong
Side bumpin' in your ride, Tokin'ism off the lyrical jism New Jersey native, with the sorts B-boy wishin' for check the injury report
But there are no in this rap lord's rest Open wide niggaz, we bring it to ya
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