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Dissonant as hell
I said this previously before, you fell
I never had a choice but yet, rebel
It's difficult to be direct, to tell
I'm really straight up doing well

F*ck a bitch and then I'm out that bitch
Split the loosies, that's not even it
I got books I'm trying to collect
Lyrics been on match, like phosphorus, I'm lit
I don't need chorus I can actually mix
Parents in marriage, I'm unbastardly it
Calling the shots, a director willing to kill
I could pick what's used and what's not, so you out the frame and clip
And I ain't even use a clip
The Switch is caught, I captured it
City of God, the trigger make the flick
Airsoft, Nerf up with the fake shit
P6, put it up, riding on the zip
Cease the fire or I'm sending you ten billion angels
Kill a spire, I'm a knight in armor reaping danger
In the shadow with an arrow and I'm aiming at you

Dissonant as hell
I said this previously before, you fell
I never had a choice but yet, rebel
It's difficult to be direct, to tell
I'm really straight up doing well

Someone turn it around, I'm spittin' similar flow
Don't give a f*ck what your spiel is, my words hit like a bell
Soul is Patti LaBelle, string Vivaldi and Bach
My Coltrane is the sax, my drums are Dilla and Quest
My music strong all around
Send a link to the chat, the samples stack when I'm in
You'll never know what it is, pick it out from the back
When I flip it, that's it, the boss can't get it at all
If the rock Japanese, I know the beat gon' be immaculate
I don't know what prog-rock band gon' hear me there
Amiri show from the Alc had me itchin' to go
If I had cash like flows, I would have been in the air
Tough to say when I'll be, I'm aiming after I G, R, A, D, U, A, T, E
Spellin' shit lame as hell
But when it fit what I mean, I'll drop it in like a shell
Tell 'em no like I'm Zero, they against what I said
I'm still standing right here
And my tape is too clean, no angels taking it there
It's already from hell, it's already robotic, it's already the fastest
And it's not even out yet, it's not even out yet

Alright, this is when it gets crazy
Veni, vidi, vici, yuh
But they just don't get it

Huh, Huh
See me get it, see me fuckin' run up at it, huh, yeah
See me get it, see me fuckin' run up at it, huh, yeah
See me get it, see me fuckin' run up at it, huh, huh

Double horns on me, like I'm double cupped up
Sippin' on the chat, like I'm vomiting words up
Leave it in the air like smoke I cough up
I put a money tree, make it grow with old stuff
Driving too fast had to take the top off
And shawty feel the breeze, like she chill with the top off
Brought fake flowers to the table of rich men
I brought fake fauna to the one who hate real pets
Wrap it up in fur like a taxidermist
You need a new excuse, like I'm tired of hearin' this
Stay being fake like the lion I gave him
And I'm too legit, hit the mall with a new fit
Didn't need that, but it was what it had to be
Walkin' out this bitch with a stamp on a new degree
I put a suit on but it's not really suitin' me
Rap in every way, I might spit it in Japanese
I gotta take a trip when the passport is with me
Swimming in the fresh, I'ma see you in Italy
Everybody hear it when I wanna like Rigby
My main man Mitch in the station with me
Put the tape in 'cause I play what I gotta play
And f*ck what you say, 'cause I'm speakin' out anyway
I send 'em to the back like a shirt that's on layaway
And turn into a villain like I put on a metal face
Bitch I'm goin mad, bitch I'm too fast
Sleep too well, bitch I'm in my bag
I'm money cash, take me to the bank
Turn into a number, add 'em to the stack
Rack up interest, I'm offensive
F*ck you, f*ck the one who's listenin'
Sit on benches, in the mentions
Make beats with the beat-senders, ha
Talk about the Boldy show and Solo
Had me trippin' up and I wasn't even solo
Red light shine on me in a photo
Gum with a gun, like a straw at your front door
I keep a frame in the pocket, not froze though
I can't lag when I see you clicked up, on god
Can't glitch when the screen turned on, in my room like Law
I'm at the show
Copped some new clothes and they fittin' me well 'cause they fire like the flow
Fire like the light, fight like I'm Mike
Get in the ring and I look at you like you in enemy sights
Fire like a fly, fire in the stove
Cookin' you slow, you is a chicken, you is a foe
Fake like the fur on the coat, okay

See me get it, see me fuckin' run up at it, yuh, okay
See me get it, see me fuckin' run up at it, huh, okay
See me get it, see me fuckin' run up at it, yuh, okay
See me get it, see me fuckin' run up at it, okay
See me get it, see me fuckin' run up at it, yuh, okay
See me get it, see me fuckin' run up at it, yuh, okay
See me get it, see me fuckin' run up at it, yuh, okay
See me get it, see me fuckin' run up at it, yuh, okay

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