Outro: Un Casa
The Diplomats
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Arms (did I do that?) Okay We would like to welcome y'all back Dipset, bitch Casa! You heard that It's only right (haha) Oh yeah, let's go Uh, four white bitches in the Waldorf I'm tryna fill four whole walls up with war halls Me fall off, four hunnid plugs in my call log You lookin' at the motherfuckin' main event I can write a rhyme, spit it out before I think of it Record the whole album, get a mix, won't play the shit Blow my nose in hunnid dollars bills like a handkerchief I'm the best that ever touched the mic, what'chu think this is? We don't die, we multiply like the baby kids Half you niggas frontin', you ain't even what you say you is My old shit hotter than your latest shit The old bitch hotter than your latest bitch New Wraith, same color as potato skin You play to win, I been nice since light dropped, paper thin Bad bitches at the door, whores, let 'em in Purple City days I was a Varsity Letterman Pardon my etiquette, the God in his element I get charge up for chargin' the medicine Felony favors, my partners is predicate Car come with curtains, the ride is so elegant I'm flyer than you ever been Motherfucker, you don't fly like a pelican I'm mixed with cocaine and heroin Get your stamp and your spoon for the medicine Better than you've ever been You niggas cannot f*ck wit' me a little bit You serious? I am what you fuckin' call a lyricist It's vividness Every bar I ever spit was intricate, commemorative Verbally I'm syphilis with sentences that sink the shit you witnessin' This is what the difference is Intelligent is infinite, you motherfuckin' idiot Intelligently edited to every fuckin' increment Immune to your ignorant, belligerent deliverance With limitless experience for you simpletons I'm Diddy dancin' to the bank for the Benjamins Fatigues and some Timberland, Promethazine and Ritalin Marijuana magnificent and the meridian Mastermind the millennium Mathematics, maliciousness Spittin' verbal so viciously, Femur then your tendons, see? Lyrically, I am the gun that killed Kennedy Bigger than any centipede, the world gon' remember me Thirty chains, I gotta glow like Mr. T I'm the best, yeah, I guess that was meant for me F*ck Trump, that nigga a chump, don't mean shit to me Power to the people, all my niggas take a knee Bitch! Dipset! Dipset, bitch! Casa!
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