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Bran Theerie

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Yeah
Theerie
Uhuh

This is not a one, two, three o'clock four o'clock cock
It's a 24 hour power Peter on the block
Way harder than rock
Thicker than I brick
'Bout to come quick
I ain't talking 'bout my dick
But my music shit
How I croon and spit
While sending messages
That always seem to hit
So sip on my ship 'til you're drunk in love
Flip on the tip 'til it grip like a glove
Now that push came to shove
I'm coming out you can find me baby
But I doubt that you'll ever never mind me baby
'Cos with a touch like Midas
When I shine my brightest
It'll hurt your iris
Like iridocyclitis
Besides this talent
I'm so effervescent
You might need protection
From the evanescent obsession with perfection
That sounds like depression's
Dead
Weight
I won't carry it
I ain't the type to swing low until a chariot takes me home
No I'm more like Harriet
Running my race better than Secretariat
How
Just know I pound
The pavement and make statements with every sound
Married my craft on my 25th year
Now that's my partner for life that's my dear
Oh that's my boo
And tell me who is quite like us
Who can sing, rap, flip beats, and write like us
Who can teach like us
Who can preach like us
And do it all in a song
Is your reach like us
Do you stretch
Do you have the range
Do you have it in you
Do you want it in you
'Cos I see you looking at the menu
At the Father, the Son, Holy Spirit, and me
That's a four course meal, and the last ain't free
So

If you want more
Don't declare war
Just count me in
Like six, five, four
Three, one, two shoot
Don't run boo toot
It up some more
Just like before
'Cos
I just wanna f*ck the game
You should let me f*ck the game
Won't you let me f*ck the shit out the game
Find me a box to beat out the frame
Let me in
Count me in
Like before
Let me in
Count me in
Six, five, four

Look
You may not know me yet
But I swear I'm up next
So watch your neck
I am not chasing a check
I do this for the respect
Aretha at best
How I make my music make you look stupid
I was raised by the Trinity, I'm not square bitch I'm cubic
So tell the sphere and the nine circles that I'm like Urkel
Nerdy
From the dirty
And though I'm flirty
Don't flirt
With my future
If you ain't worthy of me
Little pest don't bug me
Please don't kiss or hug me
If you ain't my fam
I don't give a damn
Watch me pop like rubber bands
Stand down 'til you understand
If your legs weak, fall on your knees and blow me
Like a Yonce fan
Hardcore like a Yonce stan
Aiming for what only Yonce can do
Flow is crazy that it doesn't show that
Instead of a rapper I'm more of a poet
I'm singing like Brent so you came outta hiding
Not heaven sent but the angels still riding
With the kid Bran Theerie
All y'all gotta hear me
Both musicians and academics outta fear me
I'm from the same city as Doe B
I don't know why these niggas hating on me
Gump Town raised me and it made me
A 'lil hood and a lotta country
You will never find me
Getting Becky from a Becky catching head lice
'Cos I'm learning how to rain down on the world twice
Wanna play me
Well here's some advice
Play fair but don't play nice
Nigga

If you want more
(If you want more)
Don't declare war
(Don't declare war)
Just count me in
(Just count me in)
Like six, five, four
(Like six, five, four)
Three, one, two shoot
(Three, one, two shoot)
Don't run boo toot
(Don't run boo toot)
It up some more
Just like before
'Cos
I just wanna f*ck the game
You should let me f*ck the game
Won't you let me f*ck the shit out the game
Find me a box to beat out the frame
Let me in
Count me in
Like before
Let me in
Count me in
Six, five, four

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