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[Intro - Royce
You are now to the sounds of my dawg. DJ Green Lantern
Bar Exam 2 nigga. It's a motherfuckin' holiday

[Verse 1 - the Great]
I slang hope to the world my name was Obama
Shakin' hands with your while I'm fuckin' yo momma

But say I'm in a league of my own
my own horn
Horns of my cousin, in Texas
I had to shout him out from the south
Got pussy with me for my brother he get out
No
It one for the money
Two for the
for the M.I.C. now let's go
June's is pro
my speakers up louder
Learn my
Then it up in the shower
No
Yeah, peep my promo on behalf of the Bar 2
is my message from me to you
They'll probably be happy when I'm long
But that'll never happen cause I got way too many
MC's take note, but don't too much
your own style and get 'mo in touch

Pussy make the go round and mine spinnin' out of control
Where I'ma stop, nobody
You don't want me to ya
Scared I roast ya
But if I should stop, then who these streets toast to?
the book of life, I just wrote you a new page
Inspired by the beat, by the of my purple haze
Hey, Grand niggas up to no good
1st
I bring you all closer to my

Wall
Wall
Yeah,
Uh huh

2]
My appetite for
My to do the bustin'
I eat the beat up like I got an appetite for
Lighten the mood like it's and there's moonlight
Platoon, high on them but this ain't no food fight

I could fly on a broom stick to my type
My crew don't be no excuses, gesundheit
God bless you,
I'll wet you,
Your arms ain't like yet, our recipe is...
Beef on a
Go on and chatter, it don't
My cheese, I'm eatin' like I'm obese but fatter
I only know how to do it the Tub way
I'm Underground the Railroad, I'm prepared to get ugly
My narrative thug day, can compare me to drugs
I take a nigga way from him like Jared from
You, could, never be on my level
You know what you're in
But in/urine guns like I took a pee on my metal
Just me and my
We fly
We go together like my and my petal
We
How could I not be
When I got Muhammad Ali inside me in Vegas
Aye

I just say this
I know I'm
But I ain't under when it comes to makin'

I'm so hot I feel the son of Satan
I'm so hot I like the sun is hatin'
bitch

Breathin' like a H's
I am the for your under takin'
There's one equation
And it I am the sum of greatness