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Flex 3000
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Vince The Messenger
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Woke up pretty early taste of blood in my mouth I’m out the door with my shorty, after spitting it out I ain’t brush my teeth, pop a tic-tac, its pretty sweet that Pale denim sliced contrast with the knee cap Motivated still, by the grungy motherf**kers Who surfaced out from gutters, ran with something cause they loved it Turning nothings into somethings, you still act like you above it You ain’t never been as low as where you learning something from it These are raps from out dungeon, came to slay the dragon Prepare to feel a flow loose like pants that fit Aladdin You are softer than some satin, beware of the a**a**in He hunting for the weak on which he deal batch of damage You can’t handle it all, you ain’t found if you lost I won’t count on a cross, I sense your prophet is false I know it ain’t no ones fault, but have you gave it some thought The answers probably not, that only thickens the plot And pot bubbles, please don’t let it boil over No use wasting tears steady crying on the coldest shoulder Cheese scented, know my pockets holding dairy odour Meditative thoughts make me levitate like master Yoda The force is strong with this one, a psychoactive vision Your luck is nonexistent, you stupid with superst**ion Compelling and he gifted, most his clothes you know he thrifted Moses flow through open waters, pocket gold from sand he sifted The speech like venom innit, heart and soul that sh*t cemented Better know that word is bond so if I said it then I meant it Leave you pessimistic, with these raps as fresh as spinach Eyes popping, I deliver and you get the message Clean finish, like I’m licking the plate DNA lack b*t*h, want beef I serve steak Get your earth quacked quickly, skull spun like frisbee If the funds don’t come, then they must not get me I’m ill, parasitic, like it’s rotting the flesh But within the same breath staying lemony fresh Type to scream f**k 12, till’ I’m meeting my death And if that day come soon, know that hell will be blessed Yes You in the presence of peasants Guess it’s the essence of adolescence the way I’m protesting Must got me f**ked up Fist balled, cause anyone getting roughed up Watch how you move in my den son, get lunch rushed Respect get earned round here If you thinking you cold, get burned round here Please Respect get earned round here If you thinking you cold, get burned round here
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