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What you want
Let me love you
Wanna do my [?] rhymes and sh*t man
Know what I'm saying, I don't know them sh*ts
Yeah, c'mon
This that sh*t, oh sh*t
This that Wu-Tang sh*t, my n***a
Check this
Yo, there's two f**king Harlem MCs out there who think they can f**k with Ol' Dirty b*st*rd
You know what I'm sayin'?
Ayy, come on, come on!
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what (Yo)
I'm here to shock your domepiece real quick, you know what I'm sayin'? (Yo, yo, yo, check)
sh*t get [?] how I master the wicked division of spitting
n***a pass what you wishin'
It's super surpassing your vision and whatever you thinking of course
Bags are sickening, make 'em gag when I'm sh*tting
Type of flow and the fact is I'm back
And I'm stacking 'em up how I'm eating a plant
n***as be calling me Solo Maximum
So effortlеss in how I'm attacking 'em
Even when I'm rеsting
I'm black and n***as see results of [?]
I'm counting like checking the pulse of a corpse
When I'm showing no reaction, ignoring you n***a (Ignoring me n***a)
Back to stacking this paper, exactly the miracle
And packing so literal criminal (Priceless)
And that be valuable minerals
Super subliminal, becoming the future like digital data
Pivotal moments, you get critical haters
See what I make the DJ do to The Fader, rest in peace to Roc Raida
Body n***as now or later, traumatically major
Dramatically cater to n***as who want it and eat it
And live it and [?] it just to open their vein and bleed it
I superseeded the situation every time it's hard to defeat it
The unstoppable you need it
Let me love you
Wanna do my [?] rhymes and sh*t man
Know what I'm saying, I don't know them sh*ts
Yeah, c'mon
This that sh*t, oh sh*t
This that Wu-Tang sh*t, my n***a
Check this
Yo, there's two f**king Harlem MCs out there who think they can f**k with Ol' Dirty b*st*rd
You know what I'm sayin'?
Ayy, come on, come on!
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what (Yo)
I'm here to shock your domepiece real quick, you know what I'm sayin'? (Yo, yo, yo, check)
sh*t get [?] how I master the wicked division of spitting
n***a pass what you wishin'
It's super surpassing your vision and whatever you thinking of course
Bags are sickening, make 'em gag when I'm sh*tting
Type of flow and the fact is I'm back
And I'm stacking 'em up how I'm eating a plant
n***as be calling me Solo Maximum
So effortlеss in how I'm attacking 'em
Even when I'm rеsting
I'm black and n***as see results of [?]
I'm counting like checking the pulse of a corpse
When I'm showing no reaction, ignoring you n***a (Ignoring me n***a)
Back to stacking this paper, exactly the miracle
And packing so literal criminal (Priceless)
And that be valuable minerals
Super subliminal, becoming the future like digital data
Pivotal moments, you get critical haters
See what I make the DJ do to The Fader, rest in peace to Roc Raida
Body n***as now or later, traumatically major
Dramatically cater to n***as who want it and eat it
And live it and [?] it just to open their vein and bleed it
I superseeded the situation every time it's hard to defeat it
The unstoppable you need it
