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stunned, full of shame (ooh-yeah)

[Chorus]
I'm the king of the rap game (yeah, yeah, uh)
No one can touch my fame (oh-oh-oh)
I'm the rhyme master, the mic

Showdown

E-A-Ski

Showdown

1997

Why you sell a million copies sounds like your crew
I roll like no man, follow no man
Spittin wicked over tracks, me and see programmed
Hard, I keep

I write every day,
Like I said on “Mark My Words” – Rap is living in my veins,
So, watch me take over the game
When they turn up and do “Trap”, I

Somebody tell me the reason
Why having a talent to rap is few and far
The music has all been diluted by bullshit
It's leaving our people confused and scarred

You will see me with no pack now I wonder alone
They will never believe that I never wanted a throne
I'm faster than you think my joints are bolt
I

In the A

Big Boi

Vicious Lies & Dangerous Rumours [LP]

2012

called the best
And now they only call me Daddy Fat Sax
The Cadillac-a with the diamond in the back
With the sunroof top
My daddy said I'm lackin'

always accomplished everything
By doing it on my own
Started from the bottom and I'm going up
But I'm going up, slowly
cnd everything that I say in raps is

always accomplished everything
By doing it on my own
Started from the bottom and I'm going up
But I'm going up, slowly
And everything that I say in raps is

me too
I just do my thing
I just love and I live
I just rap and I sing
I love you today to the max but there ain't no max
We got no roof yeah we got no

Hit you with the concrete techniques, kid
Don't even waste your time trying to critique it
Two of the illest and it ain't no secret
Hit you with

Hit you with the concrete techniques, kid
Don't even waste your time trying to critique it
Two of the illest and it ain't no secret
Hit you with

Hit you with the concrete techniques, kid
Don't even waste your time trying to critique it
Two of the illest and it ain't no secret
Hit you with

for the replays
Best believe it Mr. Ripley
I could try harder but why bother on a Friday
Sips on the highway that's no good
Chuck Taylor's in

Emeka Okafor on the jersey
Sittin' with the Kissables Hershey's
Love handles on my side like a purse be
Creepin' in the cabinet no one heard me
I had

your career experimental no finality 
Evident reality staring down the barrel your apparel 
Pretty big dreams bigger scenes locked down in the psyche

his jaw

Aint no peace the way i reap
I grab the blade and leave a scar
Easily the best by far my flows and raps above the bar
Imma smoke a quarter

your career experimental no finality 
Evident reality staring down the barrel your apparel 
Pretty big dreams bigger scenes locked down in the psyche

ill
If you just go to the doctor he’ll give you this pill
I wanna break free
Can’t live like this no more
Aint no telling hear me yellin
What we have in

Check it out
Ladies and gentleman
I present my self
I go by the name of Sol you know
I'm here to introduce the album
The first album of the D.O.A.

Have you ever had a rap battle in your own head
There's a war outside with demons and angels
But on the inside it's just me and a stranger
My King

Post to be living my best
Since grandpa died
My grandma can't handle the debt
One time I went to sleep I had louie sheets on my bed
One time I made a rap

from his lip, rinse
Six hours sober
That's his personal best
Stressed less in the middle
Of instrumentals he whip
Ain't got no license
He just riding

rap(Yop)
I'm feeling boujee cheap weed i can't smoke that
I don't want no coochie hit your knees and let the throat back
She know i'm coming from the bottom

infidelity sitting 

by the corner place

I’m thankful for life

thankful for family freedom 

and peace of mind 

the pressure never got to me

I never change