Correction Lyrics The Agency Of The Future by Quelle Chris

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Say kill hip-hop (Kill him, huh)
Say kill hip-hop (Kill him, huh)
Say screw that sh*t, screw that sh*t, screw that (Screw that sh*t, screw that sh*t, screw that)

Yeah, stick out like the second toe on a European
My high riders inaudible for that new I'm seein'
The big bangers applaudable
But the catalog is sh*t-smeared under a new pair of some [?][0:57] Filas
Under the table money, Lewinsky cabbage
Pump the brakes on the dap like Nelson did Braxton
Young OG servin' up, show you right, stank mouth, Millie Jackson
More money, f**k you thought this is?
Off the lot, Mr. Ice and Whiz, still on your mind like Nas X news on Boosie timeline
Lest I remind you sh*t ain't sweet
Dry wine
Do not speak when God's rhymin'
Spit at your feet, this whole week, we choose violence
I got the juice spiked at a hundred-plus proof
Still movin' like I never touched food
Hum

Say kill hip-hop (Kill him, huh)
Say kill hip-hop (Kill him, huh)
Say screw that sh*t, screw that sh*t, screw that (Screw that sh*t, screw that sh*t, screw that)
Every year, an album drop, I'm on top of the Best Ofs
And if I don't drop, sh*t, I'm on someone's album that was (Bruh)
Excuse my packin', I don't mean no disrespectin'
But that sh*t they droppin' never jams like an oiled weapon
We got it covered like the royal wedding
F**k retirin' my jersey, hang the game up when I close the curtain
Where's the line? I'ma cross it like legs
Burn heavy, keep an ashtray near me like Fez workin'
Biz best bettors beg mercy
No chill [?][2:19]
Only reason for two legs up is drop kickin' like Murphy
They are not worthy
Wayne and Garth, we cut that reign short like harp
Body of work deep like carves
Dead man walkin', leave him pale-faced like Mark
Angel on my left wants no part
Devil on my right like, "Hark"

After all the fun and all of, you know, the money
And all the clappin' and the leadin' had nothing but pain

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