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Verse 1: Start a movement unpopular Put on these binoculars We in the nose bleeds But we gon’ get to that opera Most high singing While trying to even the playing field Feeling safe in the jungle Ravenous like the plate is filled Can’t fillet my will With your flagrance Trying to tackle me with a box I smarten up ‘cuz the bait is real It’s okay I know you wanna Richard Sherman me Wondering what my Erick Sermon be Multiple levels like a burn degree Yea, bushes on fire give me certainty Aren’t you glad I never, ever had to learn To squeeze Unless we talking ‘bout these words To make a person free I seen how shots can make Crowded parties disperse and flee I seen how shots can turn clouded thoughts Into worser deeds Now I’m all like Marvin often caught In Mercy Me’s ‘Bout to go lawless, verses hitting Like they’re Hercules Trying to take us to college But we’re stuck in nurseries Miseducation been brought up I ain’t the first to see Music supposed to inspire So take us higher I inquire in quietude But my eyes are never silent Speaking what I see From the triumphs to the violence Milquetoast rappers really starting To aggravate my sinus Got me zoned off Feeling like a hermit I’m feeling froggish though And I don’t need no permit And making masterpieces with my Master’s peace Is like catching a smack of genius While I’m composing a master’s thesis – dope I say “Nope,” to the naysayers And I’ma leave it right here For Isaiah Tate, yes:
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