| I put my ears to the streets, and got hostile
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| A-F-U, I’mma show you my style
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| All the ladies get buck, and show me your style
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| You wanna ride with king of the rodeo
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| My style will play your globe, it’s like audio
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| Before I step in the club, I drink a forty, yo
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| I be the type of cat, with a flow that can gat
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| Bust a shot for my niggas, holla, where ya at
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| East coast, that’s right, get it crunk
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| Get drunk, that’s right world, don’t get it fucked up
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| I’m on the course, I will change the game
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| I’m dropping into the main frame, to be a stain and remain
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| And I’m bound to be a link in the chain
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| I’m hotter than a smoking barrel, yo
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| Or dress like little shorty, when she got her period
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| Yea, don, word is bond, I gotta flow
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| The rawest nigga, to ever spit it
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| (Brooklyn, represent, yeah my people gonna feel this)
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| The rawest nigga, that ever spit it
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| (Yeah, holla at them tints, right there, he on the guestlist)
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| The rawest nigga, to ever spit it
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| (BK, stand up, yeah, my niggas gonna feel this)
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| The realest nigga, that ever spit it
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| (And now I’m all around the world, you just don’t wanna hear it)
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| I ain’t no rap sinner, I’m a nigga spittin' toxic
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| Shake ya bon bon, yo, and let me rock this
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| To everybody, take a chill, you can’t stop this
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| Pardon me Flex, brace ya self let me drop this
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| Scorch like the sun burning in the tropics
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| Sperm rap acts up, yup, in every topic
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| I be the freshest artist to hit the market
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| Everybody get ya body rocked by this
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| Whether outside or inside, nothing can stop my ride
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| I hit the charts up, like I hit a drive by
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| When my voice and the track collide
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| Yo, I take ya legs out like ya stepped on a land mine
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| Nine times nine, that’s how many styles I got for this rhyme
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| And I’mma hit ya with a punch line
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| Clap back, it go clap back
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| And If I got to, yo, I’m ready for war, ready to bust back
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| I’m fresh hell walls, like a schizephrenic rapist
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| Every album banks in a box, like it’s Christmas
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| What clinch this, I’m ready to dismiss
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| The mix of this odyssey shit, and plenty presidents
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| You represent, I represent, yo dog
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| I’m all about the beats, and the rhyming and shit
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| I can flow all day or flow all night
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| And each one of my verses, could be used as a night light
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| I let the vibrations, venacular
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| Scoop up a chase for cakes, like a spatula
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| Now that I captured that, I got ya gasping for
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| More the same thing, that’s what you ask me for
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| Verbal debris, wash the shorelines
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| Globally, I’m respected worldwide lyrically
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| I got more bounce than bounce
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| And I ain’t trynna make ya bounce
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| I’m just trynna show you what I’m about
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| Yup, spread out, but wait
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| I’m on your body, yeah, yeah
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| We came to mash up the whole party |