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[Produced by 9th Wonder] |
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[Hook] |
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I am one of the most consistent, respected in the business |
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My name make 'em shiver when you whisper it |
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I'm sleeped on |
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At times it is my time and all the G's know |
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From the east to the west coast, Nas said I had a blessed flow |
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I'm sleeped on |
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Got it mixed like pico, barge in like Chico |
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Choke your chief now I'm the leader of all your people |
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I'm sleeped on |
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Give peace though, you think a piece of my teeth |
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As I tear through and feed your ego |
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Unhappy as CeeLo, for real |
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[Verse 1] |
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Cut the rules off |
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The new rules, ain't no rules, I'm the new law |
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These the keys to all the real bars |
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First you gotta learn control to play the game like [?] |
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This ain't Fifa, or Brazil real |
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Silly mind said beat it him or hers, no drill |
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But a tool I still use so often |
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It's like the hammer to put the nail in the coffin |
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No discrimination, even whites say awesome |
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With your [?] need a doctor lookin' like Boston |
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No rules against flossin' I shine through the winters and monsoons |
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Fearful, never know what I'm gon' do |
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Call it [?] in here, that's a nine heat |
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A beast, gon' bring a flower, slow singin' like 9 beats |
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That's a metaphor, I mean simile, but understand we ain't similar |
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I keep the letter for, it's never offensive |
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It's critical thinking why I feel so intensive |
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I could do it all night boy, never is endless |
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Keep my ear to the street like rims is |
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Yea, uh, invincible like 4 arms |
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A slam dunk, it's a message to the forearms |
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You been forewarned, I'm a beast, uh |
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I keep J's like 41's on my feet son |
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You need 4 ones or magic in the forum |
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Or just pass it to and got him like [?] |
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So sick and this flow type ridiculous |
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I got 'em singin' like |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2] |
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Ain't a choir but get acquired |
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Dress for success and defeat it in my attire |
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Stay lifted, I'm terrific kid like 4th graders |
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I want a love like Ruby and the mayor, yea |
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Every day out the bed rise, from Snow Hill to Bed-Stuy |
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L.A. and worldwide, I stay fly like bow-ties |
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What up Carlie, that's the hustle, hype don't mean a thing |
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You can ask for [?] their quarter I'm back |
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It's a fact, y'all in trouble, Seahawks cold comin' bruh |
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I'm a cold woman, bruh, I'm a cold woman |
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Yea, I been wiggin' and now it's Salt Lakes |
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You know a lotta sadness and a lotta hate |
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I got a better catalogue than the one with the H |
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Rapsody, easy exercise y'all bent outta shape |
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Lyrical flex on, welcome back the faculty |
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The ruler's back, ain't too many comin' after me |
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[Hook] |