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you wanting I can read you like a psychic
This beat need a wet floor sign the way I'm sliding (woo!)
Never slipping, on a mission, it's just me and my

silent by the decade
Sure ain't keeping track of em but he's the one that's got it made
Marionetter by trade and arranger by necessity
Do we trust him

Catfish bitch good soup
Got this nigga looking
12 out huntin clues
Got my niggas booking
Mo magic
Split you in two
Then go beat both asses
Leave you no clue

the past
present or future but built to last
now as the beat hits it knock you out your daze
remember the beat was just first phase
Riding The beats with

a groove like it's a Hopsin beat
But when it lacks that quality, god damn it, it bothers me!
I wanna make a hard track without cursing all too much
Just like

BUILT TO LAST

*VERSE 1*
I'm over 9000 wit it
I feel like I can beat aids if Magic did it
Leap tall buildings stop bullets and all that
Stop look

preach
Over thunderous beats while I try to teach

I can't even explain the loss of innocence
Any man would prefer to bask in his previous ignorance

Aw, fuck
Can't believe it man look at me said I wouldn't now I'm rapping on a trap beat
These women so fine but I can't let em close cause I know

with me

Fashion on another load, we get it by the factory
And I'm drippin' on the pad, lookin' like your majesty
I'm gone, then I'm gone, like who tryna

don't lack
Rent behind so you hack Cashapp
You ain't on track don't flash that
Flex on snap 12 gonna catch that
My grind different you can't trash that
I

It Don't Stop

Too Short

Shorty the Pimp

1992

up your raps, and join the Dangerous Crew
We got mo' beats than the average joe
And a 24-track studio
So forget what you heard, and we'll see it's

talk of mental
Illness on the album at one
Point in the track "Sunday, " you and
Frank Ocean rap in unison
"What good is West Coast weather if you're

setting in, I'm wrestling the dry heaves

My future calling shining brightly
Your future calling scam likely 

Murdering a beat the only thing that still

tracks 12 bars by the dozen
Might drop an ep
Then cop some diamonds talkin vvs
Shining like riri no umbrella
See growin up ima cold fella
Heating beats up

our back on him when
He need his boys for real
You done got dropped by everybody I know
Goon Sqwad, AWOL, and a couple of hoes SO
That's neither here

Pin the Tail on the Donkey

Naughty by Nature

Naughty by Nature

1991

with a neighbour
Freeze the MC's that wanna see thee
By now Naughty By Nature by me
They want me to come and come up faster, that could be arranged

in the back
So open up the track ‘cause your face is a mask
And the shape it will take is defined by how you act
Make it fast, because a thought

wheels, roll on this beat till it's road kill
Most these niggas ain't forreal, half of these bitches got no chill
Cops pullin' up by my folks' crib, I had

immaculate beat
Blast with the heat, impact with this accuracy
Last one to sleep, just imagine what happened to me
Factory made, back to the graves and they

promiscuous
I gain support cause I'm a flamin' torch
Yep I'm heap, but fuck a beat
I don't need no track for
My train of thought for the dollar signs
I sign my

First time I walked in I knew this was no ordinary lay-in 
Shopped by my bro, econ prof's rollin' in the dough 
In center of Stockbridge
Where

1-800-How to Rap you trying to reach us
Flame where you at
I'm in the lab cooking beats up
Trying to buy some tracks
I hope you nigga's working with a budget

right
It will be all right


Trust in your future, son
The factories are closing down
We gotta make the parade
Sip from the bowl where punches drown
You

a factory scrap heap
Don't at me
Got lines that will cut and blind ya like them flat peaks
Spit with the weight of the Shelby's when I shell beats
Nasty
Truth