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What It Is
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Mac Miller
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It's Ill Spoken, Franchise Yo, I've been illin' since a youngin, and I'm still the truth Just give me a microphone so I can come conceal the truth An animal; the way I kill this booth Untamed, so put your shotguns down, 'cause this— Illin' since a youngin, and I'm still the truth Just give me a microphone so I can come conceal the— Illin' since a youngin, and I'm still the truth Just give me a microphone so I can— Illin' since a youngin, and I'm still the truth Just give me a microphone so I can come conceal the truth An animal; the way I kill this booth Untamed, so put your shotguns down 'Cause this Glaze heat I'm here to tacklе now (Woo) Beat it up, get inside thе track's mid-section A flow this flame could only be a clear blessin' (You know it) That Pittsburgh black and gold, you know what they're reppin' (412) It's Steel City 'til I'm clear breathless Or on my way to the gates, blowin' haze 'til I'm near heaven Calm dude 'til you tick me off, then I am [?] devilish (Uh) Slice the flesh, break 'em down, eat 'em Dahmer style (Ooh) Tim McVeigh when I play the way I'm bombin' sounds TNT through your speakers, we the real roasters (Uh-huh) The [?] and The Ill Spoken (Let's go) So that's more words, more herb, [?] for the smoke session (Uh) Only the finest [?] Uh, yeah, Fran (Uh-huh) And that's [?] sh*t, you know? I feel you (Oh, you already know) Ayo, [?], we gotta come together, man (For sure) This the 412 union (Let's pull the curtains down and count this money, Beedie) Ill Spoken (Easy Mac, what it is?) It's gon' be 412 'til the death of me And if a homie got a problem, he can let it be 'Cause if he mess with me, I'ma turn his life into a playground What you haters gotta say now? (b*t*h) So what it is? (What it is?) What it do? (What it do?) When you see me, I be chillin' with the crew (With the crew) It's for the 412, homie, this is our year (It's our year) So what you think you doin' here? (Haha, yo) I got my grip up on the gauge (Who wan' play?) With a Ziploc of haze, always rockin' fresh sh*t up on the stage (It's what it is) I guess it's just how I was raised (Look) We can unload four grips on the page, no matter difference in age So check the [?], your [?] said [?] back of the truck (Well) I don't give a f**k if y'all don't like it, 'cause I'm ready for war (Uh-huh) Step outta line'll get you cut with a machete in four It's The Ill Spoken and Franchise (What?) We stand high, pockets fat like I'm pant-sized You man's try to tell his fam how he ran [?] But, damn, why you gotta lie? I only talk about my life when you fantasize [?] (Biotch) 'Cause this is real man business Head to the top whether or not you can feel that, b*t*hes (Uh-huh) 'Cause now I'm rushin' in ya spot, let me do my, do my thing (Thing) We could blow away the world with the sh*t we soon to bring (What?) Ya dig? And that's just what it is Hey, yo, Easy Mac, man, I don't think they really understand When we tryna tell 'em this a movement, man We comin' up, tryna do our thing, East End Empire, man Holler at us It's gon' be 412 'til the death of me And if a homie got a problem, he can let it be 'Cause if he mess with me, I'ma turn his life into a playground What you haters gotta say now? (b*t*h) So what it is? (What it is?) What it do? (What it do?) When you see me, I be chillin' with the crew (With the crew) It's for the 412, homie (Yo), this is our year (Ill Spoken, it's our year) So what you think you doin' here? (Yo, wrap it up) See, these Elmer MC's will get stuck just like some paste And everybody else, get the f**k up out my face (b*t*h) Y'all comin' for my spot like you runnin' in a race Like you runnin' from the jakes, but you runnin' in your place (Ha) Roll a blunt up with some haze, get blowed and lay straight My hustle to make cake cats play my tape, so come out your Bathing Apes If you ever look to battle, find me in the Crooks & Castles I'm a fresh lil' rap pu**y, I'm automatic, watch me auto-Mac it I just thought I'd rap it as I kick it back Relaxed, I'm swag up in a Starter jacket (Damn) That's easy, laid back in sweatpants Come up to a b*t*h, kiss her left hand, let's dance (Hey, baby) I'm a gentleman, don't make me lose my [?] My bomb in this telegram will send him down to Neverland (Ha) La La Land, stars and cartoons Aquaman here to split you with blades and harpoons (Chyeah) That's how it is, man, you know what it is How High: The Mixtape, Rated R, DJ Diggz East End Empire, homie And all the family, the whole f**kin' family, let's get it It's gon' be 412 'til the death of me And if a homie got a problem, he can let it be 'Cause if he mess with me, I'ma turn his life into a playground What you haters gotta say now? (b*t*h) So what it is? (What it is?) What it do? (What it do?) When you see me, I be chillin' with the crew (With the crew) It's for the 412, homie, this is our year (it's our year) So what you think you doin' here? (Haha, yo)
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