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    I peep rap city high like to my eyesight
    Witnesses bitches and kids frontin' to bring a shit
    You get nothing from this write redundant to bring the dumb shit
    I neva half ass my blast leaves you overcome-ed
    The basement aroma should have waited for your diploma
    Instead you dropped out now you grabb the microphone ta
    Let the fox out a box out the center
    Rippin' to end your agenda cuz I'm the microphone binga
    Since you started rhyming you been barred from flyin'
    Trying to push me to (peat)? I didn't buy your tape cuz pussy is cheap
    Pushing me deep so I brush it to fuck it
    You get busted to rubbish because my stuff is conducted.
    On some thouroughness that fuck the world shit don't make it happen
    You roll without friends but that sure don't attract them
    The five man travelin' band I stand saggin' my pants
    Caramel skin color the slim brother
    I cancel and contort your financial support
    AnRs ridiculed for havin' thoughts to deliver you
    Give your crew brain lacerations
    You're having dreams about stardom is only fame masturbation
    My name is has awaken the criterion
    So judgement is passed anyone budges I blast
    Bust in that ass and got class for the clone
    Brothers need to relax straight to the back like domes

    Where you at to all the bad heads with the word
    Where you at and if you getting fed by the herb
    Where you at and all the brothers keeping shit tough
    Where you at and others talking shit about us... bitch

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    No excuses I feel that there's none needed
    I know that you resent me cuz I study how I'm greeted
    I'm quick to touch the mic for the rep and for the loot
    I'm known around my village as the mouth that likes to shoot
    Now I no longer have time for your irrelevance
    Because the ignorace is just as dangerous as the intelligence
    It's all about the passege I'm trying to grasp it
    And hopfully my son will forgive me for my habits
    I manage to pity those flavorless with shitty flows
    Amped of their camp actin' out their favorite videos
    Save it give me those trophes you call balls for my display case
    Now walk away and save face fuck the beef even you belive it ain't needed
    I know that deep down you respect me cuz you study how I'm greeted
    It's sewing up seams, it's pluggin' holes
    Slug knows it takes more than toy flows and a b-boy prose
    See, he keeps it clear and he strikes the fear
    And he caught a Grammy for marketing strategy of the year
    Where oh where is the server current status MCs need to take their bras off and burn them

    Where you at to the ones in the front with their hands in the air like they just don't care
    Where you at and for the kids in the back tack-fully surveying the stage to see who's wack
    Where you at and to the ones that grab the mics at shows house parties or by themselves (go ahead get your flow on man)
    Where you at and for that kid crawling out of bed at night putting fame on trains, bus benches and stop lights
    Lavish I'll never have it I get too happy doing atmospheric damage to your amateurish madness
    Lavish I'll never have it I get too happy doing atmospheric damage to your amateurish madness
    Check your current status

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