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Black Milk

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    [Black Milk]
    A world wind of sound, I'm grabbing the Oscar
    On top of my game so keep ya eyes up
    Y'all can't rise but y'all guys fall
    I'm still high like blue skies where stars align up
    Change the game, I'm crushing it
    So hang yourself until you feet can dangle under ya
    Build your empire up and I'm still crushin' it down
    Until it look like legos tumbling
    They mumbling that I'm tha illest, the new thing
    So if the shoe fits, I'm lacing the shoe strings
    Ballin' hard, my nigga's Pat Ewing
    God, got a couple tricks up under my two sleeves
    Jot a couple lines on top of some loose leaf
    And I need more then two sheets
    No sleep at night, and even when the sun's up
    From beats to rhymes, I'm hard on both ends, call me numbchucks

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    They ain't really saying nothing, we getting it
    Them niggas ain't spraying nothing, we getting it
    Same lame niggas, same fronting, we getting it
    Shame on a (Nuh), and if he say something

    [Nametag]
    They can act like they don't know, the hallo flows
    Over there head, when I'm holding a pen
    Call me an ink slinger; give a beat a tattoo
    And I stay on the roll, I'm sorta like crap shooting
    I advance quicker then a cats movements
    Chasing the mouse and breaking out strong as the Hulk
    When he rip through cloth, all I do is stir up
    Bars are sick, I'ma need cough syrup
    Call the law firm up, we gotta case, another track
    Tag had a verse full, turned up murdered
    I'm a person, something like a furnace
    Burning up, rising highs, a tidal wave nigga, surf's up
    My flow tight as a shirt tucked
    The goal is to earn bucks, get a bundle of money standing up tall
    I got the mic with a clutched palm
    Having the audience off of they feet like a center at jump-ball

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    Hook (2x)

    [Slim]
    You young punks is pound puppies
    I remember when you got your first pound
    You was found lucky
    That underground ugly (Cold!)
    Since the silent whispers of lost souls and dead guppies
    Roll with the underdog, give it up like applause
    Robbing batsards masked it, Pete of tha paid pah(?)
    That thirty-thirty knocked you nose off six blocks away
    The sound of the city, that sound like a cave

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