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and yet sound pathetic
Design my rhymes like a taylor, floatin' like a sailor
As the P gets stronger, MC's get staler
Not bragging or protagging, surely
Jackie Joyner Kersee
Cause the track is His will and His will keep me going
Even though your boy ain't never James worthy
Now Taylor Swift started
and yet sound pathetic
Design my rhymes like a taylor, floatin' like a sailor
As the P gets stronger, MC's get staler
Not bragging or protagging, surely
Yo...
I go by the name... (I'm yo' pusha) 
of Pharrell from the Neptunes...
And I just want to let why'all know... (I'm yo' pusha)
The world is
you're not dude, don't lie
I'm awesome!
I'm drivin' around in my mom's ride
I'm awesome!
A quarter of my life gone by
And I met all my friends online
Yo...
I go by the name... (I'm yo' pusha) 
of Pharrell from the Neptunes...
And I just want to let why'all know... (I'm yo' pusha)
The world is
by how my bread stack up
And disguised in this rap so the Feds back up
Watch it, like my whip, like my chick, topless
Doing a buck-six with me in
lightning'll stretch five neighbors
So sorry (is that the drones?)
We're the raiders
My temple is not a catacomb
I'm rocking Sankara stones
Still be in
And you can tell by how my bread stack up
And disguised in this rap so the Feds back up
Watch it, like my whip, like my chick, topless
Doing a buck-six
Just cause you just can't hang wit dis
(wit dis, wit dis, wit dis)

Verse One: Wildstyle

y'all niggas ain't shit, nothing to fool with, we too swift
Or a swift punch to the face
Bleeding rivers of red, fled to any quiet place
I couldn't believe that she said
He meant more to her than I did, just goodbye kid