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Without Lex
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Upchurch
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(Lex ENT) Haha Okay Woo Ahh, ahh Alright lets do it Without Lex, none y'all rollin' to the next Kids got talent soaked up to his neck (My neck) So try to swim now, Lex the voice of the south Poppin' off lyrics like champagne to wealthy mouths Killin' tracks, back to back, usin' y'all like lunch bag snacks Black on black, bad bad ass, Akon smack no time for patch Lex puts Kingston on the map Ain't got time for yappin' traps Y'all buck up and we push back 'Cause we come back with bad ass tracks Without Lex there would be no words with out instrumentals A thought process where it's all mental I text you're [?] and make it into a crazy flow I want the mic in my hand like I'm doin' a show A lot of rappers wack but I got the illy flow Rap kinda fast, that chopped and screwed and that's super slow I speak a raw game, no freezer Rappin' in the country no Beverly Hills, no Weezer You could put your feelings of a struggle and put it on paper But Upchurch you're like the Luke and I'm the Darth Vader Champagne Yoda, I got my flow cookin' like a roaster I was in, I was in, I know I'm toastin' I'm the Dr. Dre of the new age Not even the animal control couldn't contain me in a cage Hi my name is Lex, nice to meet ya I give you something sweet so here you go Without Lex, none y'all rollin' to the next Kids got talent soaked up to his neck (My neck) So try to swim now, Lex the voice of the south Poppin' off lyrics like champagne to wealthy mouths Killin' tracks, back to back, usin' y'all like lunch bag snacks Black on black, bad bad ass, Akon smack no time for patch Lex puts Kingston on the map Ain't got time for yappin' traps Y'all buck up and we push back 'Cause we come back with bad ass tracks Lex the Dr. Dre, Upchurch the Eminem Redneck white boy comin' up in the game shootin' up adrenaline Let me fill you in, lazy locals I'm not feelin' them I'ma knock y'all's teeth out if I hear Ta-Taylor Gang again Y'all ain't thug, check your surroundings boy and check your skin Y'all out here like trash so let me go and get the f**kin' bin Recycle you my friends, y'all just fake class like a Benz To take me down you'll need 50 Cent and "Many Men" Wish death upon me, I wish death upon us all Suck my balls, jack your jaw, shoot up the f**kin' co-coolest mall Have Abercrombie blood spread on American Eagle walls Preppy b*t*hes runnin' them halls, screamin' he's gonna kill us all I'm not Upchurch, I'm the director of the movie Saw Dark horror, bad thoughts, clown masks, I got it all I ain't claimin' to be the sickest boy up in the game I'm claimin' to be the white caucasian motherf**ker who's gone insane Without Lex, none y'all rollin' to the next Kids got talent soaked up to his neck (My neck) So try to swim now, Lex the voice of the south Poppin' off lyrics like champagne to wealthy mouths Killin' tracks, back to back, usin' y'all like lunch bag snacks Black on black, bad bad ass, Akon smack no time for patch Lex puts Kingston on the map Ain't got time for yappin' traps Y'all buck up and we push back (Okay) 'Cause we come back with bad ass tracks (Time to go gold) Goin' gold like fog on a mirror Now I'm gonna go cold like I'm Tigger No Winnie the Pooh, no baby Teletubby Goin' hard like you're rubbin' my belly Hold, got her, got her on a leash Like I'm walkin' the dogs in the park Go and get a eat, go get a eat of the slow With guidance, my eyes are closed Ooh, so nasty Because in this life, you just can't sit here and pass me Because it's so noticeable Because I'm tryna get focused Tryna get focused on the game Real hard, spit hard, illa flow in the name L -E-X, without Lex there is no harder Because in my life there is nothin' but heart Hard, harder in my chest So hard, three pumps to my chest, it goes boom Go hard, L-E-X go in the room Go, I'm feelin' the heat Go to the flow of the song and the beat Ooh, gonna feel it in me Ooh, so nasty Without Lex, there would be a track Where I got acappela instrumental Rappin' tight, it's not so mental No, it's just my encyclopedia In my mind, in my brain, acapella For all the names that I holler out Go hard, like I'm spitten in the south Ooh, down in the holler with the big boys Drink beer and smoke cigarettes around the fire Go hard because that's what my heart desires
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