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El-P Looking for the truth, yeah it's me, Everythang polo to the floor, go even at the grocery store It's so perfect, take a photo And take the pic you buying bitch and so stitch you logo Bitch you with the quatro, but my girl Mercedes With the Audi say the quatro was a , You can put on , or fat boy or just Michael Call me what you want but still never call me rival They will call you dead and I will call you gone The loss with jesus we be will be we'll be calling you home An underground rap ,what I'm meant to be Then I will be the shit and you ain't shit to me We won, we the ones with the champagne, champagne At the end of our campaign Spit fire, main true like the blue flame, like the blue slang Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Let me see your hands up if you , ,and we both like Husain More money, more problems, more butane Burn the motherfucker down, down, Life's a bitch so I'm back on hop immaculate I don't wear no market watches , My rhymes ,accurate, meaning I don't fix , to my diction ,perfection is perform through many practices , this shit just, easy ass osamas, bamas, taking many casualties, Killing them or killing me, this is my senility Iller than the iller,I will spit this ileest shit, from right here to infinity Till I reach the dirt, I will search the earth endlessly Looking for the , ain't nobody lyrically, as ill as me Let's eat ,come back fro the ,yes yes, get a beat from, Every time, travel back to 95, jumping in a 63 Impala, playing Cuban link We won, we the ones with the champagne, champagne At the end of our campaign Spit fire, main true like the blue flame, like the blue slang Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Let me see your hands up if you , ,and we both like Husain More money, more problems, more butane Burn the motherfucker down, down, Yo, I'ma grynch with a , shit on your kids Till the light, get a grip, get a hold on my dick bitch Make a wish I'm the night, the machete, the ,ice up, I stand, got you stuck, , my nose broke off ,hoping the ,police just don't bust in my house , What the fuck, this is not what my mother said I'll become ,getting closer now Maybe our society supposed to drown Middle finger up on the Titanic as it's going down We won, we the ones with the champagne, champagne At the end of our campaign Spit fire, main true like the blue flame, like the blue slang Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Let me see your hands up if you , ,and we both like Husain More money, more problems, more butane Burn the motherfucker down, down. |