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Dangerookipawaa Freestyle
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Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah), aye, man, listen Soulo ho the prophecy, I got a premonition (Yeah) I'ma let the beat build and do some demolition (Yeah) Interrupt your whole style, this a inhibition Kamikaze everybody, Eminem edition Yeah (Aha) Yeah Yeah (What's this?) Uh This the-this the flavor in your ear, and it's brand new (Uh) Craig Mack been back, bitch, where you? (Where you?) Started from the bottom like a square root, (Yeah) Then we kept it in the family like a heirloom (Squad) Wagyu, medium, I'm in rare form She hit the split and landed on the dick like Air Jordan Will he raise up? I got to know (Yeah) Uh Nat Turner with the curly hair (Yeah) Pullin' strings like John Mayer (Uh-huh) Prolly make a bitch wish come true out the blue (Yeah) Rub the oil lamp and I'm there, yeah Monkey see, monkey do, my nigga, ask your boo (Uh) I'm on a magic carpet stompin' down Central Avenue (Yeah) Del Amo Boulevard was all I knew I sold my dream to Punch and Dude, they turned me to the f*ckin' truth (Racks) Yeah A-ha, yeah Yeah Ha (Uh) And the flow is alpaca (Rare) My state of mind is more NASA than half ya (Yeah) Yeah, black lip pastor 'Bout it, 'bout it, baby, illest nigga in Nebraska Outlaw breakin' all the rules (Huh) Pac ashes in the spliff, I'm un-toppable Will he raise up? I got to know That's all I got for you Yeah, uh Yo Another moment of most dopeness for Malcom McCormick On the prowl for another style that I stick a fork in The steak was eighty a ounce, my elbows on the table I got manners but breakin' the rules is what we came to do My lady built like she belong in the stable, I'm on my high horse They call me Soulo, the irony is to die for (This ain't a movie dog) This bag ain't full of no popcorn You ain't up to par with me, nor are we on the golf course Hidden gym, like a YMCA in the boondocks The weapon's chopped and I keep secret for too long I'm Dangeroo Kipawaa, refrain from gettin' involved Against safeties, and say for sure, like a surf and turf, you in charge Raw backwards on all of you rappers, you heard it before The rawest rapper of the planet's name is Herbert the Fourth Sex, drugs, money and mayhem, the workers of Satan They'll take 'em to church and say, "Amen," my words in a playpen Ridiculous, the sickest with it, you just a common cold So novice, I'm the post office pushin' the envelope Moosa had to remind me who the God was I ain't on my knees, but I'm praying' on him regardless Matt need a new crib for his baby So big, he be forgettin' where the crib for his baby Dot told me, "This time, we demandin' respect Milk the game for all it's worth like a mammary gland," ayy Mac Yeah Wait for it, wait for it Soul
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