Get No Better

Clear Soul Forces

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    Chickity check it brought the soul back to the home team
    Motown why can't you see my team is supreme, Diana
    Welcome to the solar system of the Forces
    You, running in a circle we just chewing on your orbit

    Forfeit fork it over - Heimlich maneuver
    Me and my niggas will make the cut like you Ryu Hayabusa
    Future, brighter, do whatever you could imagine
    Imagine the forces with you, running the web like arachnids
    Tarantulas eight-legged gargantuous animals
    Causing maximum damage wit my tongue and an animal

    While we be focused on a salary, lettuce to bring the croutons
    I'm trying to have a dollar bill salad right on Obama's lawn
    Let you be the pawn wit' my niggas playing hooky
    While my paper double triple, like Lebron as a rookie

    I'm feeling better than, better than, better than the veterans
    I use the booth as my pulpit, I'm a reverend, chuuch
    On the road where you could find us
    Not gassed up, the shit is 4 bucks so we avoid pumps
    We serving rappers like they ordered it
    Till we post on blogs, post up and loitering

    The story ends where ours begins now flip the page
    In the park shooting jumpers while others was flipping yay
    No Cartiers, couple of J's and reading comics
    Could have labeled me a nerd but slaying bitches in the closet
    Awesome, left the city early they forget him, nah
    I come from 2 worlds but the city know I got em
    Went from smelling crack smoke at that busted house at our neighbors
    To rarely seeing black folk, the only niggas turning in papers

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    Cause it's a, a new era, no American apparel
    No lucifer in my levels, eradicating these devils
    From out of my air space, take a hit, (see space)
    Take a listen did I mention we the new freebase? (get laced)
    Spin around (listen nigga) look straight
    This is lyrical hypnosis, toting this 45
    It's sagging cause of the holster, world's weight up on my shoulders
    Nuts about as big as boulders

    They dropping like roller coasters
    You bagging up at they Kroger, trying to meet a fucking quota
    Give it up my nigga its over, get it knocking like Jehovah
    Who colder my shit is cryogenic, I'm authentic clinic
    Who wit me come get it wit me and make sure all these niggas is finished

    Yes sir lets get into it, it's only right I get it in
    Your gal mind opened up like she took the pill from Limitless
    Taught to reach for the stars when we was little kids
    Now it's smoke clouds cause the sky is what the limit is

    Now let it
    In the
    Show the world we riders and won't take it
    Just light it up (say what) man fuck a hater
    It don't get no better, no better
    Than this

    Heavy mentally, the mic I am dismembering
    I spit it for my niggas, we kill it with verbal symmetry
    You'll just be a memory, with the pen I'm a blessing
    Trying to steal my secret cookbook, call that shit Inception
    My conception was immaculate so this is wrapped in Reynolds
    Know you mad cause they listen and you can't afford a rental
    Face is sour as a

    And bread the only thing that's on the menu
    The blind lead the blind, open up your windows
    Take a breath of fresh air that we can give you
    In this game we just some niggas trying to blow, we on Nintendo

    Parental advisory, advising me is simple
    Just get me a 100 miles away from an instrumental
    My influential flows get a mama out her pantyhose
    Grandiose spit it 'til cameo is a cameo
    I hope you fight well, ain't going nowhere
    I'm Shawn Michaels, turn it up and sweet chin music your head

    Go head, we got this rap shit down to a mad science
    The biochemist, everything I write hard, hieroglyphics
    Welcome to the round table where we plot on all our challengers
    King Arthur of the art which is written with Excalibur
    Jet lag mixed with hiatus
    Gamma Fly Beta, was born with an ultimatum:
    Write and become the greatest or become a statistic
    Listed with averages and tables, proving the illustration
    The picture they paint us we animals, lock us in cages
    No zoos just a concrete jungle, we fucking made it
    For my team I'll be a martyr
    This shit is hard body nigga, Tony Stark armor

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