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(Cough) I got a cold, turn me up Uh so spitting verses that's not Prewritin, All up on the track, play back for a better understanding Valid like salad, got little to lose cuz a n*gga don't have it (Travis) Uh so clap for it, throw a fit, make a n*gga go below zero, superhero, Flow (killin' 'em), and I ain't feeling 'em, corny rappers, so go dapper Oooohh, been around the world, and some places to be unfurled, Twirled, king sh*t so let the king sh*t in peace and be deceased At least they no me as a beast, no competition to the rhymes I'm ripping, as we running And it's funny how we use our conscience money, dummies who act funny, I call that easy money, when it's hard to get you a trip, Well I guess I'm trying off my own beats, Defeat wack rappers on their own beats, While I capture their retreats, they told me to write a verse Well I wrote a speech, cuz I'm so elegant, you relevant, While you irritate I'm making music doing shows, So devious, exclusive pics, now slow it down, it's a run-down [Outro :The Dark Knight] On the ground Stay on the ground Nobody make a move (nobody) Stay down (Gun shots) (Beat plays) |