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(Yo) I'm probably the best rapper that you've never heard of - hence the name Still spell it like it's 1990 'cause eff the game And societal norms and cultural restraints This little project of mine is uniquely Whutsiznaim My honesty and transparency's on display I'm showin' you who I am not a certain version today Never thought I'd see the day where I'm rappin' again - HOORAY! And my old DJ is DJin' for Kid N' Play Been a long time coming I guess - lord knows I spent a long time running with stress - and bro I got a long memory and a big brain like Brad And your version of the past is Pulp Fiction and trash I only deal in facts and this talk of movin' packs and handling all these racks is tiresome Pardon my vocabulary it might require some Googling we movin' in directions like fire does All over the place, takin' everything along with us Perpetual bong-hitters and pill heads don't get along with us 'Cause fogged mirrors don't let you see the goal Or get you to where we are or where we're trying to go It's not that I'm tryin' to blow it's just now that I really know That my genius is better served when I turn words into flows I feel like heat in the snow, like leather seats in a Rolls I feel like I'm livin' the dream with a different theme and a glow I absolutely positively have seen enough of this show Got my ducks in a row and made foie gras Pretty down-to-earth but my palate is bourgeois 1 Long Verse, look at me I'm the Fly God Holy shit, my god, that boy Josh knows how to rap Took a Rip Van Winkle-sized nap then came back Without missin' a beat, without missin' a verse Without goofy designer feet, without wearin' a purse Without trying to appeal to these young kids and these jerks Who worship auto-tuned voices that's addicted to Perks Yeah I sound old, and you will to -- but then again Pop a few more of those pills, OD, and then you win Kind of aggressive, but it's me -- where have you been? Got tattooed so my outside matches my in I'm not anything like anybody that's here in this space 'Cause I'm constantly confidently out-of-place And to my kids -- I'm sorry for cursin' so much Daddy's at a playdate with his friends doin' stuff And to my wife -- you're really the love of my life If I could then I would marry you twice -- how nice So while these rappers keep on braggin' 'bout their terrible lives I'm tryin' to see how Zen I get before I leave 45 I own the rights to this vibe, it's kinda righteous and live It's 48 bars, not 3- 16's at a time We used to be like 8-16-8-16-8-16 So songs were 3 minutes to 3:15 Almost did it again 'cause I was so rehearsed Till Phonte said "Really, I'll take 1 long verse" One-wa-one-wa-one long verse One-wa-one-wa-one long verse Almost did it again had to put it in reverse 'Cause Phonte said -- yo And to my man CMR You inspired this, you're a star And to my man Rice Yo, your beats are nice, they made me write And to my brother Sym Swelz, I know you goin' through Hell But you're the best, get well We love you more than words can tell And to my man Bro Rabb Thanks for hittin' the lab And my homeboy Skaz I appreciate you hittin' the gas And to my wife and kids Yeah, you know what it is And everybody else I wish you peace and wealth This is Music For My Friends