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I peep rap city high like to my eyesight

Witnesses bitches and kids frontin' to bring a shit

You get nothing from this write redundant to bring the dumb shit

I neva half ass my blast leaves you overcome-ed

The basement aroma should have waited for your diploma

Instead you dropped out now you grabb the microphone ta

Let the fox out a box out the center

Rippin' to end your agenda cuz I'm the microphone binga

Since you started rhyming you been barred from flyin'

Trying to push me to (peat)? I didn't buy your tape cuz pussy is cheap

Pushing me deep so I brush it to fuck it

You get busted to rubbish because my stuff is conducted.

On some thouroughness that fuck the world shit don't make it happen

You roll without friends but that sure don't attract them

The five man travelin' band I stand saggin' my pants

Caramel skin color the slim brother

I cancel and contort your financial support

AnRs ridiculed for havin' thoughts to deliver you

Give your crew brain lacerations

You're having dreams about stardom is only fame masturbation

My name is has awaken the criterion

So judgement is passed anyone budges I blast

Bust in that ass and got class for the clone

Brothers need to relax straight to the back like domes

Where you at to all the bad heads with the word

Where you at and if you getting fed by the herb

Where you at and all the brothers keeping shit tough

Where you at and others talking shit about us... bitch

No excuses I feel that there's none needed

I know that you resent me cuz I study how I'm greeted

I'm quick to touch the mic for the rep and for the loot

I'm known around my village as the mouth that likes to shoot

Now I no longer have time for your irrelevance

Because the ignorace is just as dangerous as the intelligence

It's all about the passege I'm trying to grasp it

And hopfully my son will forgive me for my habits

I manage to pity those flavorless with shitty flows

Amped of their camp actin' out their favorite videos

Save it give me those trophes you call balls for my display case

Now walk away and save face fuck the beef even you belive it ain't needed

I know that deep down you respect me cuz you study how I'm greeted

It's sewing up seams, it's pluggin' holes

Slug knows it takes more than toy flows and a b-boy prose

See, he keeps it clear and he strikes the fear

And he caught a Grammy for marketing strategy of the year

Where oh where is the server current status MCs need to take their bras off and burn them

Where you at to the ones in the front with their hands in the air like they just don't care

Where you at and for the kids in the back tack-fully surveying the stage to see who's wack

Where you at and to the ones that grab the mics at shows house parties or by themselves (go ahead get your flow on man)

Where you at and for that kid crawling out of bed at night putting fame on trains, bus benches and stop lights

Lavish I'll never have it I get too happy doing atmospheric damage to your amateurish madness

Lavish I'll never have it I get too happy doing atmospheric damage to your amateurish madness

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