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lyrics
I don't give a fuck about your top ten list
everybody wants to hit, but most of them miss
rap game Richard Pryor, I'ma tell it like it is
rap game Hezekiah cuz the flow's king shit
until the day that I retire, I'ma put it like this
brimstone and the fire, keep it for the mystics
I'm two feet on the ground and your boy don't slip
cuz it's been a long time since I took my last trip
if you like my music that is fantastic
but I don't want no fans who get a mans ass kissed
tell me how you feel, keep it real, no tricks
cuz jealousy and lies can turn a man to a bitch
see what I'm about, unity, no clicks
I don't fight I talk it out unless somebody got hit
movin with the sound, let my sonic boom stick
I turn this beat into my canvas and I let my paint drip,
like this
I'm the rap game Phil Spector
unofficial baggage checker
debt collector
bitch rapper disrespecter
wack show heckler
a flow go-getter
dro roto tester
mojo such a special type
I'm so reckless
my ears are like antennaes, I eat beats for breakfast
I visualize your wack verses I can see corrections
I move discrete directions, you could track my GPS and
wouldn't see my presence, G, I'm like a secret weapon
fuck a preacher reverend, this shit has no deeper lesson
I rap for fun, the music's good and we don't need discretion
I'm not a thug, so I don't need protection
I don't get shot at in my whip like fat rappers who are always sweatin
life without the tension, easy, havin conversations
I'm always at attention, rap without the compensation
or confrontations, or consultations with legal agents
man, you could say I made it
I've been layin tracks down, fresh prints
see my flow, in the snow, I'm a foot ahead the entrance
I'ma lay the smackdown, hand prints
on the face of the microphone, I'm entering my zone
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