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Jafet

Japheth (Hebrew: יֶפֶת Yép̄eṯ, in pausa יָפֶת‎ Yā́p̄eṯ; Greek: Ἰάφεθ Iápheth; Latin: Iafeth, Iapheth, Iaphethus, Iapetus) is one of the three sons of Noah in the Book of Genesis, in which he plays a role in the story of Noah's drunkenness and the curse of Ham, and subsequently in the Table of Nations as the ancestor of the peoples of the Aegean Sea, Anatolia, and elsewhere. In medieval and early modern European tradition he was considered to be the progenitor of the European peoples, while Islamic traditions also include the Chinese people among his descendants. more »

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Church on every Sunday
Picture me slackin'
Selfie with the K on me
Picture me lackin'
Y'all confusing me
We don't do that over here
Flow on automatic
Now I'm in McLarens switching gears
That gas you think you smoking is a Tesla
Hit yo lady with the spear
Felt like a wrestler
Keep ya two cents
Stacking euros by the pound
I'm a nuisance
Taste, touch, smell, sight, sound
Whatever's clever
In my harvard sweater
Yo girl head game weak
But I forgave her she ain't know no better
You know better than to try the likes of me chump
Team of hyenas
Snap a finger now you lunch
This flow that new drip
Shawty get you on da wave
Blunts the size of farms
Nigga we got hays for days
Real potent, who's joking
Tune ya radios, every bar on Sirius
Money longer than this run on sentence
Nigga period
Smooth operator
Sinister kid
Got shit on lock but I ain't doing a bid
You dig?
Could give a f*ck about a hater
who's just moving his lips
They ain't the ones moving in them foreign whips
So get your fix
I'm unbothered and iconic
Raised without a father, ironic
Cuz I'm son'in these niggas
If we're being honest
Come to think
That's prolly why yo lady call me Daddy-O
Tools on deck
Like I'm working on a patio
You fragile like a paper plate
Stacking up my paper daily
Safe to say my safe will stay
Gaining weight like Tyler Perry
Playing Madea
And I ain't write this shit
You count me out
I'll counter with a round of clips
You counterfeit niggas should hope n pray
I don't encounter
You lackin' at a random counter
Cuz I'll rip a whole in you niggas and dip
No chip, on my shoulder
Had to get it the hard way
And it's Brooklyn till they catch me slippin'
Don't get it twisted, dig?
And that's a wrap

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