[Intro]
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[Verse 1: Illogic]
Ma name’s synonymous wit d critically acclaimed
So sex sells at half mass
Move at ma own pace you speechters won’t last
So commence c-section been ill
January birth hit d earth tore d windshield
When has d minnicle disseminating you minuscule trainwrecks
Spit d word defy d laws of same sex
Tea bagging, toe taggin rivals, when I shoot it post it
Youtube and take it viral
Sittin on ma couch collectin cheques while you clockin in
All dese individuals too worried bout blendin in
Just running your mouth, your traits too feminine
Menopause, I’m peakin, you’re leakin estrogen
Spit so many rhymes I could stop right now
Look at ma resume an still feel proud
Boss on d humble, I don’t need a crowd
Silently makin moves, while all you movin is bowel, fowl
Take a pause, you can try to catch up
Jerome, I’ll hold d mirror, freshen up your makeup
Fix yo feather bow an we can stip your ear duct
This world’s corrupt an I got kids to raise up
You’re layin up, watchin all maneuvers
Crowd leaves d show when I punch drunk in stuper
Whenever we arrive it’s red carpets an rose petals
Simply, you got no drive yo tank is empty
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[Verse 2:]
Why you wanna set it off, I told em that it don’t matter
Press go when I go platter
12 hundred techniques is what we throw at em, eh
Our tone armed like a loaded magnum
The game so backwards, get the record deal first
Learn how to make the record after
R&B singers more G than the rappers
Yo favourite MCs gettin beat up by actors
Lay low for a couple weeks and try to hide
Which you wonder why you idolize all these idle minds
When all they do is recycle somebody’s borrowed lines
Bitch ass behaviour patterns tend to get standardized
Easily detected, ‘fore the seeds get infected
If he on the scene best believe he d record
Role he playin gettin whited out think corrected
Hang out wit yo best connects, what you could’ve exited
At 18 had a Jesus piece and a necklace
It didn’t bring me any peace I was still reckless
Fightin in d streets, years later got d message
But any peace comes from action not symbolism
Hit so many rhymes I could stop right now
Look at ma resume an still feel proud
King of d jungle, I ain’t gotta growl
But still snatch an animal once in a while, ow
Make d beat when yo money hit ma paypal
2 or 3 sequence an plus a fresh breakdown
Four to four extends for your vocal lay down
But till you get yo paper up stay outta ma way pal
D beat’s handcrafted like a hanzo sword
Only good for Cuban links an people keepin it raw
Kobe use some of d dope music spread on ma desk
V-neck, like Joey Montana showing ma chest
I’m d best!
No, no. My spot never leaves me man
I am my spot I don’t
Regardless of you know, win, loss, whatever
And you know, I might change for you guys
I might change for the media, I might change for the common fan
The way you think and feel about me, but um
It never changes for me. I live in a bubble man
I think the world of myself, I think I’m number 1 in the world
And noone’s gonna ever change that for me, you know
I understand my spot, I know what I’m capable of
And I’ll always be a champion, with or without a belt