Lyrics:
you're afraid because I'm self-made
I invade, and blow up like a hand grenade
MC's are terror-struck, I'ma run amuck
'Cause your rhymes suck, you made
look soft, like cotton, absorb it all up in your head
Yeah soak it up kid now mix this in
I'm on some Off the Wall Beat It, New York turned Dangerous
Bitch
Bitch I don't talk, I just walk
Go get that money non-stop!
Go get your guap up, showstoppers
Nobody could top! (What!)
Except my bitch in a crop
They're scared of Manning up I'm Peyton to a zone
But still a humble king won't let you cater to my throne
Toughest skin the type your blade would
don't think I won't. No mistake
You've got a demonized version of me that's up in your head
You always try to take and twist up somethin' I said
You say
Damn check out shawty over there in that dress
Man she look like a little hood version of Halle Berry
Man I gotta get her straight up
Saw her
discovered energy equals mass
And mass equals energy when your sister's shakin' her ass
Currently, electrons are flowing up from the transistor
Of your iPhone
to yourself right
Hit the gym, master your craft , get yourself right.
Cuz everything ain't for everybody, nah
This is My version of Hip Hop you don't like it
zip bags got more riders than Six Flags
And while y'all get gassed, I'm proceedin to get high
Got weed like Mary J. is (All I'm Needin) to get by
I thank, so if I don't your considered slippin
Then I gots to get you even if we ain't trippin
Fuck that nigga who ain't Wadda try to certify
Got
from a tohunga
All I knew was versions form the peeps that brought me up
The mauri of Hawaiki-nui our euphoria
I'm a descendant yes and I feel
overdose
Dre and the Hill, stayin Real
All you non-believin ass niggas
Get your cap peeled
Executive order make your time shorter
Get your recorder, play it
would say those things I said
Cos attention to youth's like daily bread
And if I couldn't get it right I'd get it wrong instead
But hold up cos nowadays
and don’t like what you see
And as hard as it seems
I’m hoping you get that
Even if you got stretch marks where your skin at
Even if your teeth ain’t straight
in his hand
Keys in his hand reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Ellesses he had dreams of Caprices
Drove by the teachers
I'll give you three seconds to come out wit' your hands up, one, two
This is my own private domicile and I will not be harassed, motherfucker
business
You can't even keep your facts straight
Can I get a witness? No
Can't leave 'em in the fast lane
Liquor got me shitty
I've been filling up my
hoes
Get loose
Time tick down
But we up now
Need no sleep
Let em pass out
Take hand outs
At the dive
Thankin God I'm alive
All waiting for the axe
So
to come pick you up, just to gun you down
You only get one life
That's enough if you do it right
Opinions don't phase me
Your hate ain't gonna change
kid
I'd really like to get to know the real you
Instead of losing this connection by letting it diminish
Cuz I'm content with the way we're making
your fuckin', get your feet off my fuckin' table nigga!
Fuck you think you at home, with your cheap fur on?
Shit look like it 'bout to bite somethin'
total
I’ll wear your face in my profile photo
Just so you know bro
I’m just the passenger
Idle hands guided by the mask to a massacre
Fucking amateurs
like a
Knucklehead fraud whose
Got the people raging at his tales like
The weeb version of Fox News
Your story is odd, I've heard it a lot
And I believe
think what is he on? what is he on
Nothing but life gimme the mic tired of nobody doing it right
Throw your hands up to the sky be present cause right now
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