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Yo, yo, yo Straight up bars upon bars No set concept or subject for this tune Yo, whatever the issue Right now, we're just letting loose in the booth There's no comparison Just look at this economy robbing me full of sodomy Global struggles, a muddle, with acid rain forming puddles A huddle with other humans, consuming, the streets are moving Like sumo', I'm so much bigger, I spot a reptile slither Look it's real, always been the black sheep, the outcast The most hated, debated and slated They celebrated my downfall So I waited to see the crown fall, straight off his head On to my cranium, I spit bars of titanium Don't wanna let my personalities loose, cause there's no taming 'em So I save it for the booth, I'm so ashamed of 'em Posing like their real but they're far from the truth Consumed by the Devil' way of thinking and living life really loose With intentions to destroy your roots, from which you grow So your stems wilt and you lie dead in the soil But you ain't messing with no ordinary plant I'm like Jack' beanstalk, sky high with a mean walk Attempting to knock me off the throne is like tryna get blood from a stone You couldn't do it with the population backing you bro Let alone on your own cause I fly out my calm zone and flip like mobile phones You can lose your way like Carlito's, Al Pacino I'm sweet like Campino's, even he know's and she know's that My rap game is so far, so good hood I remember thinking to myself, if I could spit I would Suddenly, I realised that I was born with it Ambition pumping through my veins and all that I school prats and taught them how to flow The chicks and bredders, they love me out on road I've got soul, the rap queen seen and felt all the pain Witness the people I grew up with placed and laid in a grave Some spitters got potential but I shit on your credentials You're a superficial issue, niggas will wipe their arse with you like tissue I demand you feel the fire in me Blaze like inferno, they're like burn baby burn see Cause I'm the hottest chick, the manuscripts flips When NoLay spits you should play like dogs and just sit Swift, leaving 'em in the mist like guerrillas I flow so deep and dark, my last name should be black like Cilla I don't give a damn who's realer Come through and crush the scene beneath me like Godzilla The road side I examine and realise without stamina I ain't yamming, like I'm famine and starving My peeps are stressed out so they insist on smoking On the hour, every hour cause a habit it ain't a joke ting Look there goes the chick that my clique are poking Then she wants to pose like her legs have never been open Promoting like she's Virgin Mary Then I must be able to fly and all goldfish are hairy Mary, Mary, quite contrary how does your garden grow? You can pull the wool over that fella's eyes but we know that you're a hoe And I ain't a goody two shoes but I can count the dudes on my hand You gotta use your fingers and your toes I'm the new invention of spitters, now watch me cascade Like a waterfall in a mass of water, my flows reign I'm on another level so high, I'm passing altitudes that's possible My attitudes logical, deep like fossils That's historical These rappers ain't real, their just an optical illusion My conclusion is, spitters they face confusion Out!
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