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From the start to the finish |
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I'ma bark on contenders |
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Wanna tarnish my image |
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I can't promise forgiveness |
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See I was never like this |
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My mom's would never like this |
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And y'all was never like us |
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That's why y'all never liked us |
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See I might take your style |
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Flip it back, make it crack |
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Sell a couple mil get some stacks |
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Here you go now take it back |
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I'm spittin lines of fire |
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I'm in the line of fire |
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Designer attire, makin me a sign of desire |
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I just rhyme to inspire, your favorite line supplier |
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I run through fan's signs and landmines the size of tires |
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How many minds inquire, I got mines and acquired |
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Enough props to make y'all resign and retire |
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Now hold on, and just stomp stomp |
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Get your hands off me |
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Now hold on, and just stomp stomp |
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Get your hands off me |
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This is hot as it gets, your shit's not as intense |
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My flow got 'em convinced, they ain't got at 'em since |
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My back's against the wall |
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So if I turn and flee and run from what's in front of me |
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That won't make no sense at all |
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This for my dons and divas, haters and non-believers |
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They just try'na deceive us like Judas dishonored Jesus |
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Why you try'na critique this, don't take kindness for weakness |
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Leave you behind the speakers, body minus some pieces |
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You got records to sell, I got records to break |
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You will never excel against me measure the rate |
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I got too much at stake I just follow my fate |
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Annihilate and dominate and I ain't even try'na wait |
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While you hang out, I bang out |
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Make moves like shots rang out |
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Wanna know, what my slang 'bout |
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They be like, "Shut your damn mouth" |
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Your chances are slim, makin' advances on Jin |
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While you, shootin' the breeze, I'm dancin' with the wind |
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This is not your, ordinary |
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My style, sort of varies |
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Slaughter you, then your crew |
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Cause you know, the more the merry |
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You already know the outcome, so how come you doubt son |
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("I'm goin' out by any means necessary" - Malcolm) |
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Hip-hop without Jin is like, shootouts without guns |
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Churches without nuns, bankers without funds |
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Smokin' without lungs, cities without slums |
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My fans force me, get your fuckin' hands off me |