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Yeah..
Biggie's wittiness, Jay-Z's sarcasm
The words of Big Pun when the God spazin'
Nas wisdom, Eminem's lyricism
Big L's freestyle, I hate criticism
Well perhaps they leave, scared to rap with me
Flow groundbreakin', I pray for the Japanese
In deep thought, 750 on the Tappan Zee
Thinkin' if Stack Bundles was here, wonder what that would be
Rappers is wack to me, I can't tell apart flows
In the booth, I feel like Noah when the ark close
Reminisce when I had the fifth and the dark clothes
This is real shit, you don't wanna start those
To rap fans, I tap dance, Fred Astaire
What y'all scared to look at, Fred'll stare
I said it where, it's impossible to mimic
I know I'm responsible for lyrics, it's physics
That every beat that I visit, you know it's an intense session
I'm the one that rose the bar like I'm bench pressin'
Quick question - they hatin' is them testin'
'Cause they work at a desk, and n***a I've been destined
Fiction, non fiction, confliction of words
Contradictions, predictions occur
And with that said, prevention emerge
My flow is my dough, intervention I splurge
Write pain like a pinch of a nerve
White 'caine right from that bench where I serve
Eliminate the opposition, and make 'em a proposition
You could see with the proper vision
Well my position is combination of both, still powder
I run the damn block, Hancock, Will power
Listen here, way I spit is different here
Way y'all spit, we must got different ears
I'm not losin' here, what are you doin' here?
I'm from the underground, the sewer's my souvenir
Maneuver where you gotta get ya gat, rookies
Still ridin' in ya sister Ac', huh, Whoopi
Real and I show it, skill of a poet
I put on 'em backwards just so they could know it
Nah I ain't riffin', I'm really just straight spittin'
I'm lookin' forward like throwin' alleys to Blake Griffin
They can't do shit, this is my new shit
Beg me to dumb it down, now I'm gettin' stupid
You can't rank my skill
I told Drama that this will be one of the most lyrical Gangsta Grillz
Homie thanks for real, back to the birthplace
First I move work on the first in the first place
Then I switched it up, best bar for bar, son
Yeah, New York is back, Fred The Godson