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For shizzle you phony
The rapper version of Sisqo
And that's for certain, you cloned me
Your wack clothes line i'd rather Sean John
Bore me with your fake coke rhymes
And those times, they never took place
You liar un was your first court case
You had no priors
You master fabricated stories of
Streets and sound slick have you surrounded
You and them faggot you down with

While they riding NAS
Trying to boost their careers
Corny as Cormega, all you Hip-Hop queers
Since Illmatic
It Was Written: I Am nastradamus
That's the answers to the puzzle I gave you
Now here's a promise
My next few albums, instead of projects
They'll be a difficult test inside the
Cover for the mind's optics

Come in my hood, but bring the guns with you
It's dark headed through Brooklyn, Queens
Harlem, Staten, and Bronx
Headed through Compton, Oaktown
South Central, and Watts
New Orleans, Mississippi, Chi-town
Every block
I'm trying to have my positive ways
I put my rhymes on page
Did crimes and headline on stage
I signed a contract, so here it is
You have it streets Disciple, I'm Stillmatic

Don't take this ass whippin' personally
(Conductor, we have a problem)
(Conductor, we have a problem, Conductor)
Don't wait for her, man, don't
Ink well elegant, more medicine
Bey, Bey, Bey

Ink well elegant, more medicine miracle
Past due perennials, point it's Ivan the Terrible
Graveyard footfall, sound God bury site
Batman, Earth slam, Joker to the tanzanite
Matte-black dynamite, blast radius, black radio
Core capability, Flacko facility
Fly guy, do or die, Bed-Stuy energy
Semper fi, B-E-Y
These hoes hilarious, I'm cardiac serious
Cartier tank top, blow the central bank up
It's all where your bank's chucked, nah, baby, it ain't luck
Days without a way, we prayed then we made one
See that God graced us with flavors and fountains
X amount of mountains, X amount of X amount, it's countless
Your wizard is a fraud, what you afraid for?

I Been Dope: The Town Remix [Bonus Track]

Kutt Calhoun

Black Gold

2013

Talking about that shit that get you high in like 5 secs
See equivalent to that work that you be cooking up in your pirex
I'm dope, I'm dope just like that dig I give to my ex
I get high, I get chores there's no doubt that I be the livest
I support it see my words be the needle
Studio my dope ass before I serve in my people
Like libo, I know now how to hook up with the pure dope lyrics
I ain't out here so they pick us
I put up my money, I bet you I beat you
The fans love my voice see I'm a blessing to the speakers
Y'all know me, I'm OG I'm low key
I'm too hot y'all can't hold me
All I do is rep the show and
Told it uncut, maybe I'm Peruvian
I bet you hear my mouth piece inside some car you cruising in
If I knew that them have 'em listening close
They yelling tell them sleepers that a nigga been dope

I been dope
I been dope
I been dope
I been dope

I'm high, cross my heart hope to die
These 9's will put your ass in the sky like a porcupine
My flow just so dope it's like I'm squirting lines
They try to kill the kid like bitches are waiting in the abortion line
You can try and try, break down my lyrics you won't find a lie
Tell the cops that Nesto's like Lance Armstrong cause he's riding high
Cause I been dope and for your info she's a nympho
Started calling me bimbo, the way I think her act is like the limbo
God damn it wouldn't let this kind of woman out on the penance
For what you think you panic and I probably like your sentence
So take a shit baby where you damage
I'm doper than Mike Jackson and Anna Nicole
Whitney Houston in the bath tub
If dope had legs I be Mary and Jones
Cause I'm doped up, lifting your weight quicker than gold dust
Forget the heat I slice your meat
Peel be thinking it was a cold cut
I'm cold cut they should've known but that's what I told you
We buying bars with the strange money, marshmallow man cause I blow now
They hatin' on me, so what

I been dope
I been dope
I been dope
I been dope

Overdose so be comatose when you holding on to this heat
I'm on the rollercoaster with the Holy Ghost
But I poke a hole in your seat
It's been a long road but I'm coast to coast
So I'm still going on feet
Going toe to toe, with girl for hold holding this beat
I lay overages over opius my associates take note
I'm like the pope, cause I'm fucking lil' niggas over with no soap
Keep it duffel, full a coach in the cold another some coke
You wanna double up for a boat get a dosage of this dope
I been getting you high, I been sizzling fry
Been a nerd, cooking words, with surge flipping the pot
Nigga let me drop what's the pop what's the radius of a circle
What's in your cup, what's miscellaneous simultaneously purple
I'm a drug, how you hook in the club, still a thug by the book
Are you a book or a slut, where's the love I don't know
At the same spot as you left it, you feel me but just don't touch me
Or I feel disrespected, I'm dope

I been dope
I been dope
I been dope
I been dope

Since older temp, Joe Louie, Jimmy D on prospects
It's DV sticks to that filter nigga
Pop a pistol when we call rap
Stripping neck, niggas thinking their jeans is off in that intersection
Smoke park Sunday from 63rd down the knees these niggas have bitches chained
For real we ball with tall dough, maximum wagons and all gold
Rich Don, flag saving the real Shawn had all gold
Moving in going 39, go party house when we all roads
Darkness narcotic we're rich and empowered
We won't wear the false clothes
Since I bought the front backs from the lyrics tortuga
Might claiming the blood in your city close we the factor what's poppin
But nigga I stay mental, we claim central
Deal I sell, take control in my lane and enter this strange vision
I toll around with my fam nigga this cuddy cow go ham nigga
This veneering clique never been set, generic gets down nigga
I been dope since Ray D, Anthony Peeler, KC
Killer city, everything that you start in for is what made me

I been dope
I been dope
I been dope
I been dope

Open heart but sealed my own fate
Looking at Medusa with a stone face
I know more now since I've been here so long
I got it going on, so they say to go on
Couldn't make a choice 'cause they didn't leave me one
I know what I want
Swear you're no fun
I'ma pack this money 'til my pockets rotund
Run up my account, make it look like Oprah's
They will leave your bubble, make it look like soap suds
Make 'em pay respect, nowhere near low funds
No cement on this rosebud
Road was empty when I drove up
No one ever even shows up
Makes me think I was chosen
And if not I should've been
Animosity offense
I am hypnotic when I sin
Convincing to God to let me live
If fam's the crop, then I'm la crème
Swear you saw, well that depends
'Cause now I'm fogging up the lens
I've been drawing up visions
I'm an artist in moments
But not as smart when you're looking
Farther optics get a glimpse
Up close it's obvious what is
But I'm just arguing again
No one's got me on the fence
I'm just always on offense
I'm like a carcinogen
You hold your breath when I'm in
I flow forever, infinite
Coldest weather, high winds
No defenses, I win
I'm owed a debt of silence
Bold in dead environments
Load Berettas, iron sticks
Know there's less carbon
Lowest threat, no sirens
I hoped you'd get an eye of this
I set a trap and it hooks
Know how an accident looks
Wasn't an actual "whoops"
I knew you'd never go back to the books
You say that you keep it a rack and a buck
I can tell that's just a last-minute bluff
I caught you lacking and captured your rook
Bursted your bubbles, no babbling brook
You set up your pieces, shackled your cuffs
Can it go to waste if it was already a throwaway?

Keep my deadly weapon supply
Up to myself, kung-fu black belt
Sensei catching the flies
Miyagi optics, chopsticks, all splintered into a knife
Die, die
Haha
Calm down, X is kidding my guy
Bro, friend, dude, homie, vato
I be killing rap pussy like Tekashi's baby momma
Imma flip the honkey tonk badonkadonk and sixty nine her
Haha, get it?