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feat. Action Bronson, Black Thought & Royce Da 5'9" |
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[Verse 1: Action Bronson] |
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Yo it's the rap Scott Disick |
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Come through the *********' block with some hot lizards |
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Blowin' loud in the blizzard |
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Put 6 digits on the Wizards, ***********t, just don't tell my misses |
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Damn, she throw the dice with a red glove |
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Spread love, spread legs from the bed to the tub |
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Floor to the closet |
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Real sex on the Panasonic |
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I'm gettin' head in the pool, ********** |
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**********, I'm just better than you |
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Yeah, around the world like 4 times |
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All because a *********a spit more rhymes |
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Yeah, more lines, more lines |
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***********t, feed 'em more lines and more lines |
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I won't dumb it down for morons |
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It's like shootin' big game with a small 9 |
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[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"] |
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Bottom line of sellin' these pebbles |
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Get away with your life earnin's while I'm tryna dodge these devils |
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The whole squad Gucci, Jordans, but chances are |
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You in LV if you runnin' with these rebels |
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I'm sellin' wrapped up, capped up vowels of crack |
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Every syllable envelops the fact, I throw stacks |
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Chick ridin' with me, she polished, she a dime |
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She stylish, check her HOEFAX, her mileage is bad, she silent |
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The Desert Eagle hit a [?] people |
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Sellin' perico like there is no I or L in illegal |
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I hire felons, to sew up the streets, while I let you believe |
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That it's better to be you, baby, I call that threadin' the needle |
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You know me, it ain't nothin' corny in the wardrobe |
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I'm low key, even more so than Thor's bro |
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Impeccable ear, I take braile, make it Morse Code |
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Then peddle it like I'm tryna make the course go |
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[Verse 3: Black Thought] |
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And you say New York City |
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My cheapest t-***********rts cost me $450 |
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Listen for me to call it [?], it's go Philly |
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It's shorties in the front row fla***********n' both ******* |
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The texture of my voice is coarse, it's so gritty |
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That I could make the people revolt with no Diddy |
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I used to kick it with Hex Murda, Frank Nitty |
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In the D where he would bring J. Dilla and Dank with him |
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Riq Gees for mayor, a franchise player |
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Yeah, you might say I'm in the book of Isaiah |
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The highway is what his mind weigh |
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Yeah I'ma put a polka dot on your dome, and Kwamé yah |
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This is the big payoff, soliloquy of Chaos |
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Another rapper gon' get rocked like Amadeus |
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Defeat'll make a ********** get ghost like a seance |
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It's triple entendre, three stacks of, hey ya |
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I plan to keep a band like Fela |
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Until when my career's over like A.I |
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It's me and the Muhammads, Ali, [?] |
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That never played the porch or asked for mother, may I |
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Listen, my callin' card ball hard like armadillos |
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Rappers too thin to win, like cigarillos |
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Shakin' their hair back and forth like Willow |
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But need to save the soft ass talkin' for the pillows |
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I had a issue with a hater, now it's kinda squashed |
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Like a slug below the soles of the St. Laurents |
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My response, a steppin' razor like I'm Father Tosh |
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Exotic fabrics on my blazer like the Maharaja |
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Sick whips in my garage, roll with no entourage |
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But I roll with heat like I'm Dwayne Wade, Lebron and Bosh |
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I keep the paper stacked in layers like baklavas |
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Even though they give us ours free, like the Amistad |
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I know I'm sort of pompous, no type of moral compass |
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Go right the ********** up in your mouth like I'm the orthodontist |
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Some rappers just startin' out, but me, I'm more accomplished |
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The imperial Black Thought from the foreign object |
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I created a movement not just related to music |
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They keep askin' me what's my take on the state of the union |
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All these haters is human, but I'm a different breed |
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They be crazy cartoonish, but I'm in a different league |
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Killer colloquium, kush rolled with opium |
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Makin' my associates act so inappropriate |
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I got weapons manufactured in the Soviet |
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Now I'm like Future on that "I just won a trophy" ***********t |
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Ayo the, the, the boss is back |
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Take that, and while you're at it, make my coffee black |
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I tried to tell you *********as, don't respond, react |
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I'm the nastiest to do it, as a matter of fact |
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Yo who your top 5? Jay, Biggie, Pac, Nas |
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I ain't tryna hear another name if it's not mine |
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Any side talkin', I'ma consider it shots fired |
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At the outlier, and start it up like a hotwire |