| I done heard at least fifty-five thousand rhymes
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| Everything been talked about fifty-five thousand times
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| Every single topic and idea that I hear
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| Been recycled by rappers for years back into my ears
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| In my estimation since I been rhyming
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| ‘bout twenty-five thousand emcees that mentioned diamonds
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| No original messages, still in the cover deficit
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| I’m guessing it’s probably a million strip club references
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| Who’s the most gangsta? |
| Who’s slanging the most product?
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| How many songs about all the people that you done shot up?
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| The streets, they run the birds and how good he flips ‘em
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| Infinite depictions of they vehicle descriptions
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| It’s only so many freaks, only so many parties
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| Every artist in the world done claimed they hood’s the hardest
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| Every concept that’s ever been written I’ma listen
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| Three thousand four hundred twenty-nine baby-mama disses
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| It’s the
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| Same old
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| Same old
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| Same old song
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| It’s the
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| Same old
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| Same old
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| Same old flow
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| It’s the
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| Same old
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| Same old
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| Same old style, uh
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| (Say it again)
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| It’s the
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| Same old
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| Same old
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| Same old topic
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| It’s the
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| Same old
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| Same old
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| Same old look
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| It’s the
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| Same old
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| Same old
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| Same old concept
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| It’s only so many times to talk about balling and turning up
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| The women that you pimping and all the trees you burning up
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| Lying about being on top when they ain’t hot
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| All the rappers that’s bragging about money that they ain’t got
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| What they do to snitches if you catch ‘em after they tell
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| You wrecked the sales, or how many times you been to jail
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| All the things that you can do, clothes clean and brand new
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| How you a damn fool, how many women you ran through
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| Only so many times we wanna hear that same talk
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| How you the main boss of the game, how much your chain cost
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| Ten thousand records about the trap house that’s not hidden
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| It’s only so many times to rap about how high you gettin'
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| How many bottles you poppin', how much coke you sniffin'
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| Every female rapper talk about they got dudes trickin'
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| How these other girls is jealous, yeah you got the right to spit it
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| But every rapper spittin' the same subject though, aight we did it
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| It’s the
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| Same old
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| Same old
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| Same old song
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| It’s the
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| Same old
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| Same old
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| Same old flow
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| It’s the
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| Same old
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| Same old
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| Same old style, uh
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| (Say it again)
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| It’s the
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| Same old
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| Same old
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| Same old topic
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| It’s the
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| Same old
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| Same old
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| Same old look
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| It’s the
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| Same old
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| Same old
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| Same old concept
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| (Hold up, K-Rino, what about you?)
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| (What about me…)
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| It’s only so many times we wanna hear you speak about
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| Your rhyme techniques and punchlines on different beats
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| How mentally deep you are, every album you manage to
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| Constantly talk about how no rapper can handle you
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| It’s understandable but dammit dude, it’s gettin' scary
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| Everybody ain’t tryna hear you quotin' the dictionary
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| Won’t you bring it down to earth? |
| Come up with a different phrase
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| I done heard you use the same type of bars ten different ways
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| You gon' brag on your wordplay, you gon' do some tongue twisting
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| You gon' probably start every verse off by saying, «Listen!»
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| And throughout the course of your whole career, we been endorsin' ya
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| But it’s only so many songs you can make about the Sorcerer
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| To talk down just ‘cause you don’t do it, that ain’t expansion
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| You throwing stones from the rooftop of your glass mansion
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| Don’t hate on other rappers for speaking on what they love
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| ‘cause you do the same thing, every artist alive does
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| It’s the
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| Same old
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| Same old
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| Same old song
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| It’s the
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| Same old
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| Same old
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| Same old flow
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| It’s the
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| Same old
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| Same old
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| Same old style, uh
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| (Say it again)
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| It’s the
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| Same old
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| Same old
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| Same old topic
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| It’s the
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| Same old
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| Same old
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| Same old look
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| It’s the
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| Same old
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| Same old
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| Same old concept |