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Exposed foes with my hocus-pocus flows, they froze
Now suckers idolize my chosen blows
You ’bout to witness hip-hop in its most purest
Most rawest form, flow almost flawless
Most hardest, most honest known artist
So skip to your lou while I do what I do best
You ain’t even impressed no more, you’re used to it
Flow’s too wet, nobody close to it
Nobody says it but still everybody knows the shit
My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise
At the same time, can make you dry your eyes
With the same rhyme, see, what you’re seein’
Is a genius at work, which to me isn’t work
So it’s easy to misinterpret it at first, ‘cause when I speak
It’s tongue-in-cheek, I’d yank my fuckin’ teeth
Before I’d ever bite my tongue, I’d slice my gums
Get struck by fuckin’ lightning twice at once
We’re all we got in this world, when it spins, when it swirls
When it whirls, when it twirls, two little beautiful girls
Although today you may weep ‘cause you’re weak and
Everything seems so bleak and
Hopeless, the light that you’re seekin’
It begins to seep in, that’s the only thing keepin’
You from leapin’ off the mothafreakin’ deep end
I’m sorry, wait, what’s your talent? Oh, critiquin’
My talent? Oh, bitch, I don’t know who the fuck y’all are
Time to separate the sheep from goats
And I got no faith in your writers, I don’t believe in ghosts
I’m a God to you, y’all better worship the water I walk on
If you’re still looking for smoke, I already gave you an L
I’d rather just see you in Hell, but I should get Puff on the joint (Diddy)
Wait, run it back, I said give you an L, inhale
Puff on the joint, I am the blunt you avoid
They say time’s undefeated
I’ma be the first one who can beat it
But I cannot lie
I got you in my top five
Worst rappers of all time
Now if rap was B-ball, I’d be Jordan-like, bitch
You wish you could score like this, yeah
Not even at half court, I’d miss
You’re such a bitch, somebody probably made you out of a rib
I jerk off inside books and give life to words
Leavin’ concepts stuck together you probably never heard
I’m like time itself: I’m gonna kill you inevitably
I’m a weapon that fires lyrical projectiles
With no mercy, I’m cold-blooded like reptiles
And you’re a played-out dirty pussy devil like Margaret Thatcher
When I fight you, I won’t snipe you
I’ll use a HIV-infected needle to strike you
And just to spite you I’ll force your children
At gun point to bite you, and rip a piece off
To start the beef off of the rest of your petty limited life
The bling-bling era was cute but it’s about to be done
I leave you full of clips like the Moon blocking the Sun
My metaphors are dirty like herpes but harder to catch
Pain in slow motion like trees that reach for the sun
Uh, niggas is skippin’ leg-day just to run they mouth
I be skippin’ leg day, I still run the world
I recognize that life is a dream, and I dream lucid
so ahead of my time
Even when I rhyme about the future I be reminiscing
I’m putting pressure on you kids like I’m a soccer mom
Taking my hits, writing my hits
Writing my rhymes, playing my mind
I’m just a Chi-town nigga with a Nas flow
Everybody wanted Yandhi
Then Jesus Christ did the laundry
I’m black as the heart of an fuckin’ Aryan
When I float
At night, I show em new heights to go to write. They know
I strike with new prototypes to blow the mic