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DON'T MISS

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Ahem
I'm sorry
Nast E. told me to kill you niggas
I had to, Nast E. Beats told me to kill you niggas

Yo kill these niggas!

Forgive me
R. Day
He half shaman and half showman, nigga
DON'T MISS
We half drama and half shonen nigga
This shit halfway a promise and half an omen
That when this hit connect it demolish any opponent
Shad like your favorite rapper but next to an exponent
The dopest like every component of the potion is potent
I pop in like hocus pocus and topple the fucking totem
As the chosen son of hip hop rise
Top of the morning nigga
Let me catch my breath again
'Till you fuckers get to forgetting who the bestest is
The Dub K daddy Nast E. is my next of kin
And why should y'all bump Rashad?
'Cause I'm sexy, bitch
I bring the ruckus next to restless recklessness
Until the green is in my pocket not my necklaces
We next and best the rest they impress me less
'Cause I'm a student of the game
Come and test me, bitch
The boom bap baby coming through with veteran rhymes
Fermented in wine
I'm only getting better with time
Impeccable rhetoric sheesh every letter and line
Will monkey flip a rapper with a DMV state of mind
I'm ahead of the curve
I ain't level my prime
We DON'T MISS when we shooting
This my letterman shine
Nigga I'm sick of the et cetera
Greatness would be settling
I set out for the best so it better me mine
I was parallel to the groove you niggas was perpendicular
A paradox the way the movement paralyze the listener
I spit some paragraphs you would struggle to paraphrase
The parable of a pair of niggas fucking up the game
We quick turn a pair of speakers into paraphernalia
The parasites getting paranoid I'm thinking they scared of him
We'll f*ck up a paradigm like a twenty cent lick
And retreat into paradise bumping LOOSIES with your bitch
I'm a hippy hop soldier doing it for the culture
Weird, brash, and vocal
Too bold for poster
Too high the top is too close for comfort
Two bros a poet and a Nast E. motherfucker
Shango with thunder
Dumb flows in pockets
Mumbo for hunger
Blunt smoke exotic
My flows will shock the plugs out the socket
If pen is like a sword then mine's a fucking rocket
Look at the market the people is starving
So we feed 'em out the garden and do it for bargain
Nigga R. Day pull this jargon out the margins
And had the kids marching with no drill sargent
And I'm onto next when the world catch wind
It's no if ands or buts it's a matter of when
If rap was dead then it was just born again
So Nast E. Beats bring them horns back in
Motherfucker I'm him

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