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I bring hit after hit like a boxer You haters' inconsistent Everybody's on the same vibe Mine's kinda' different Verse hot, hook hot-- I'm gon' sellout soon as I drop Verse hot, hook hot-- I'm gon' sellout soon as I drop Minor in poetry, fine-arts major Doctor goon on deck, call this a fear-factor I'm going in, but I ain't got no curfew I son a lot of you, it's like I birth you Got a lot of verses, but this ain't a Bible Fallout when you hear this, I ain't liable Ain't talking 'bout tearing, but the beats R.I.P Didn't sell a lot of tracks, but I got D.O.E Put you up on game, my hustle's M.O.E Music over everything, ain't moving 'D' I got cash like the bank, I sell CD's Smells funny, tickled my nose, I might sneeze You would think I'm water, the way I flow I'm just like some dynamite, bound to blow Act like you're in a recliner, lay back If I ain't on fire, then why they say that? Feature, feature, can I get a feature So far ahead I sit on competition--bleacher My Raps' like a bunch of apartment buildings, complex Got chicks on my jock', ain't talking 'bout *** I'm so different, it's magnificent Haters want me to fall, but that's not how the script went Thing's fishy, I ain't gettin' caught in that net Just killed the beat, without breaking a sweat
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Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 12:12 PM UTC
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I bring hit after hit like a boxer You haters' inconsistent Everybody's on the same vibe Mine's kinda' different Verse hot, hook hot-- I'm gon' sellout soon as I drop Verse hot, hook hot-- I'm gon' sellout soon as I drop Minor in poetry, fine-arts major Doctor goon on deck, call this a fear-factor I'm going in, but I ain't got no curfew I son a lot of you, it's like I birth you Got a lot of verses, but this ain't a Bible Fallout when you hear this, I ain't liable Ain't talking 'bout tearing, but the beats R.I.P Didn't sell a lot of tracks, but I got D.O.E Put you up on game, my hustle's M.O.E Music over everything, ain't moving 'D' I got cash like the bank, I sell CD's Smells funny, tickled my nose, I might sneeze You would think I'm water, the way I flow I'm just like some dynamite, bound to blow Act like you're in a recliner, lay back If I ain't on fire, then why they say that? Feature, feature, can I get a feature So far ahead I sit on competition--bleacher My Raps' like a bunch of apartment buildings, complex Got chicks on my jock', ain't talking 'bout *** I'm so different, it's magnificent Haters want me to fall, but that's not how the script went Thing's fishy, I ain't gettin' caught in that net Just killed the beat, without breaking a sweat
lize-kingston
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lize-kingston
South African
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 12:12 PM UTC
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