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Lewis Morris

Lewis Morris (April 8, 1726 – January 22, 1798) was an American Founding Father, landowner, and developer from Morrisania, New York, presently part of Bronx County. He signed the U.S. Declaration of Independence as a delegate to the Continental Congress from New York. more »

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All of y'all frail
Telling tall tales
AI writes your raps
Nigga's souls is for sale
Amscray
Y'all can't leave a mark
On the champ's face
Algorithms ghostwrite
Your whole existence
Rampage on the sham fame niggas
Popping champagne on the gram
Ain't concerned with aesthetics
Don't cater to vultures
Get it
See, this game
Fucking lame
I'm past chasing fame
Nigga, dead it
Chasing trends
I'm chasing chins to
Uppercut with a vengeance
Snake niggas toe the line
Don't wanna f*ck up the bag
Can't walk with broken spines
They slither across the pads of
MPCs used to make the beats they drool on
Can't even call it spitting
So, when I say a prayer for you
Take it passive aggressive
You watch what other rappers do
Copy, paste, and print it
When you xerox a xerox 50 times
Then what you're getting
Is a blank page eventually... Frauds
The best part of your shit
Is when a nigga press pause
I ain't playing no games
Drop the controller
I'm taking down names
Shots from the holster
Don't care where I aim
I'm hitting what's in the way
Better hope it's not you
I'm bringing it to your face, dawg
I'm playing no games
Drop the controller
I'm taking down names
Shots from the holster
Don't care where I aim
I'm hitting what's in the way
Better hope it's not you
I'm bringing it to your face
I don't trust y'all niggas
Kvetching bout the culture
Tap dancing on landmines
Attempts to crossover
See, I only wanna rap
Y'all beg whites for respect
Not knowing they ain't gonna
Give it to you anyway
BET
Hardly any of y'all niggas gonna stop me
When half your listeners
Is just a bunch of fuckin bots, b
Rapping for an audience
Full of closeted nazis
Solely because you confirm
Their assumptions about the lot of us, nigga
It's got me
Considering the logistics of me catching a body
Then thinking
Wait, I ain't gonna beat the case
So, I should probably
Take this rage to the page
Yet, they stay giving me pills
To keep my barring at bay
Damn
Dealing with shifty and shade
Show promoters
Who view me as a means
Of fulfilling a fucking quota
So, until further notice
I'm keeping it strictly ILL
I'm on ONE like the amount of
Good Ghostbusters films
I ain't playing no games
Drop the controller
I'm taking down names
Shots from the holster
Don't care where I aim
I'm hitting what's in the way
Better hope it's not you
I'm bringing it to your face, dawg
I'm playing no games
Drop the controller
I'm taking down names
Shots from the holster
Don't care where I aim
I'm hitting what's in the way
Better hope it's not you
I'm bringing it to your face
Fake motherfuckers
Cosplay as trendsetters
Take off the Supreme
You're all a bunch of bedwetters
Flashing all that cash
I ain't impressed, my nigga
Tragically, goofies think
Flexing replaces personality
Seen it all before, you ain't
The first, I can promise you
Knocking at your door with a hurst
Body got exhumed
You fucking zombies
All your idols are false
Go back to stumbling towards
Every style with a pulse
I ain't playing no games
Drop the controller
I'm taking down names
Shots from the holster
Don't care where I aim
I'm hitting what's in the way
Better hope it's not you
I'm bringing it to your face, dawg
I'm playing no games
Drop the controller
I'm taking down names
Shots from the holster
Don't care where I aim
I'm hitting what's in the way
Better hope it's not you
I'm bringing it to your face
I ain't playing no games
Motherfuckers

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