Brand New

Sammy Adams

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    O Yeah,
    I’m brand new like you haven’t unwrapped it
    Head over heals got bloggers doin back flips
    Am where I am cause my fans and some practice
    I could go for 90, bet the kid is match fit
    Girls on my page writing Sammy is a bastard
    Thinking that they special but got treated like the last chick
    Knowing that my fan base stretches like elastic
    Jaw droppin beats like its better than the last shit

    But still, I’m in the paint by the basket
    This that one take new flow straight classic
    Yeah I see the true shining bright if you look close
    Rappers dropping names forgot to add the foot notes
    In all honesty hatings not a part of me
    Respect’s in my blood I don’t need a bibliography
    I show love cause that’s what I’ve always dug
    If ya ass ain’t got a shovel get the fuck out of the mud

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    It’s sandbox I’m Smalls first time on the Sandlot
    Tryin to learn the rules maybe get myself a damn shot
    Yeah, I’m hittin veins you could have never drawn
    Pumpin blood no rubber bands around the arm
    But lookin back when I started as a critics young
    To makin hits with a grin as the crowd applause, pause
    I’m diggin deeper with my gritty paws
    Tryin to get it poppin with a presence no Santa Claus

    Yeah, and I’m the spitter who defy’s the laws,
    Bringing the heat I’m unexpected like some menopause
    Ha, I never thought that one of my songs,
    Would spread quick on a thousand different iPods
    Yeah, I’m human and I got benign flows
    Rappin with the competition chillin up in my jaws
    Thinking in my mind how to write my wrongs
    Tying all this change into ends that defy laws
    Cut it out I wasn’t talking bout the beat though
    I’m here to make em get the point like a free throw
    Tell my girl to please recline my seat slow
    Knowing that I’m colder than the bottom of a ski pole
    And if it’s snowing in the city I’m getting blown
    With a couple bitches down to ride where he goes
    Late night in the Jacuzzi with the same hoes
    Catchin’ brains puffin on them Monte Christos
    Uhhh I’m back on my spittah shit
    Back, ba-back, back on my spittah shit
    Yeah, you know I'm back on my spittah shit
    Back, ba-back, back on my spittah shit

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