Motavate

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In a very agnostic quantum, a big quantum, that rules all hunger
An upper-ready life's fumble, ferocious and ambitious stumbles, all lies created
Bow down to the D.O.P. till you're 93, baby. Have mercy, please, on your soul
It's too late, time to motivate, the rhymes I create, rhymes I create

The weight of this evil human can defeat my honor
As an N.C.O.S., I'm not too sharp or confident
Air-level, your words don't do science matter
I'm the David Beckham, the incredible Hulk, smoking weed, weed

The local A-grenade, your cabaret machine
But hold on there, I caught everything behind you
Don't sound melodic, Hulk, this comes out clean
It's too late, time to motivate, the rhymes I create, rhymes I create

It's too late, time to motivate, the rhymes I create, rhymes I create
What's the deal, what's the deal, you got too much, what's the big deal
All the way live, learning how to stay alive, there ain't nowhere to hide
I once got 86, that lucky strike, like some L.A. Kings getting L.A. Lied

At the Novo, at the evidence show, it's a slow flow, everything's slow-mo
Working on it like Dilla Killa, from Cali to Philippines, where they kill dope fiends
Staying fly from L.A. to N.Y., I'm high, watching birds fly
Staying true to Dodger Blue, don't be acting brand new

Stealth, cause I be bombing, dropping bombs when I'm rhyming
It's too late, time to motivate, the rhymes I create, rhymes I create
It's too late, time to motivate, the rhymes I create, rhymes I create
N.Y. to C.A., please say

Big brand, these bigger teams, these big teams say
My style is wild, so please say
Do these things around, so y'all will be safe
We pack a tool, we actin' cool, like you the baddest dude

Killing at you with those bugs, slugs come at you, fool
You not hard, you soft, cotton hard
Downy blood, drowning your brain, with dummy sauce
Foot trap, shit is wack, you ain't spitting facts

Where they at, you pop the Xan and they make for the track
Sounding like you draw a wire, you on fire, we throw a wire
Clap back, Jack, I'm all nice
It's too late, time to motivate, the rhymes I create, rhymes I create

It's too late, time to motivate, the rhymes I create, rhymes I create
In the midst of the illusion and the major advertisements
Psychology of these brand faces, misanalyzing
Enough research, learn to do more research

Digging in the streets of New York, 96 for a living
On the streets, I was lost, plugged in his old bag of dope
And he's sneaking in bars
These niggas creep in the car, screaming reach for the stars

Death guns laying neatly in jars, the lungs are stimulating
The niggas is phat, the bitches is really fragrant
In the time, see their minds changing
While you're waiting, I'm wine tasting

With a bitch that look nice, annihilating
I got her naked in the basement, he invading

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