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Yo |
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New Poooomplex |
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I'm clocking them fake rappers |
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Eating oxygen cakes |
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Go home, listen to Boy Better Know |
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I sold more than the box ever made |
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But if you're on my side |
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Chill, relax, and enjoy the ride |
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I'm not a one hit wonder boy |
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Trust me, I make music all the time |
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Someone's [? ] shotting today |
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Everybody's got something to say |
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If I quick this music to my road |
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Half of you guys will have nothing to play |
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See I hear this stuff all the time |
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You think you can write bars like mine |
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Look on your lyric books and you'll find |
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3, 14159 |
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I only make badboy tunes |
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So when there's all five man in the room |
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All communication stops |
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'Cause if you don't hear me, then you're doomed |
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You can't test me, you might be yeh pro |
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I don't care, I'm mighty and so |
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When you see my mix album on the shelves, cop that |
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It's a deal like Ikea |
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On the Boy Better Know CD you'll get |
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Bare tunes from JME, you best |
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Play my tunes at full volumes and shout |
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Shh hut yuh muh, rudeboy, poomplex, diickhead |
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You know I'm the best |
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Your favourite MC, there's no contest |
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Lyrically I'm ahead of the rest |
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Poooomplex |
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I wear my own dance |
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Man see me roll on own arms |
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Turn them, shh hut yuh muh, there's no [? ] |
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Rudeboy, wipe your lips, why just [? ] |
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I've got my own T's |
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Man see me and think I got p's |
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Turn them, eyo fam, you know me |
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Still hustlin for my food to eat |
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I only go pops, the? is a must |
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Plus if I can't get into the pool club |
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If not then I'll go make a dub |
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I don't do collabs |
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Hold me down like I've got? |
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But I'm slipping, washboard abs |
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[? ], are you mmmmaad? |