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Man, f*ck your nonsense
I got five senses
Bullshit ain't one, you cunt
So bye, bitch
I make spots hot with hiphop like Scott or Slipknot
You not on top so bitch, stop
F*ck your nonsense
I got five senses
Bullshit ain't one, you cunt
So bye, bitch
I make spots hot with hiphop like Scott or Slipknot
You not on top so bitch

I was born to use mics, reflected on shit I write
I'll blow all of your rhymes, just doin' it out of spite
Ain't nobody touch the heights I'm climbin to
Every line that I write make you silent and wild at the same time
You say it's game time and put in the extra effort
I jot the same rhyme without breaking a single sweat
There's levels to this shit and you ain't gettin to mine
In a lifetime of tryin' you still behind
Words form like Voltron
Giving your hoe the sensation of O through the radio
This insane shit is so wild
Rap like a pro without mansions or gold
Got the soul like SolChyld
Doja sold her soul so I hold my hope close to home so my ghost not unholy
Stay gracious reading bible pages
And sayin' shit that's ancient so Jésus will take me home
To the gold throne after my life gone
Hope that's a while forward
Man, I'm not goin yet
Got so many notes to sketch and gold to fetch
It's platinum I'm snatchin' next
A rap fanatic, stay strapped, splat your cabbage
Man, I'm cappin', relax, sit back and vanish
Man, and I'm hungry for plat
God damn I'm famished, ey

F*ck your nonsense
I got five senses
Bullshit ain't one, you cunt
So bye, bitch
I make spots hot with hiphop like Scott or Slipknot
You not on top so bitch!

On the couch writing rhymes while my homies all be out partyin'
Part of me wanna pop and leave, other half wanna jot and dream
I be focused on makin' it, y'all be hopeless and faded
While blaming your lack of grades on the teacher saying he ain't doin shit
Picturin' greatness every day that I'm awake
Man, I know I got the flavor to make the people go ape shit (God damn!)
My shit like Ye's and in my brain there ain't no brakes
So every way there is to make it, I take it without complaining
Staying up late on school nights
Baking my brain with bass and my eyes jaded from bluelight
Draining the pen of ink, decypher it to rhyme in due time
Juggling life, maintaining my grades and aiming for greatness
Whilst struggling to make due time
Goin' to bed, the drum and bass still bumpin' in my head
Stress to get ahead of myself, I pick up the pen again
Scribble the rhyme inside my head
Half of it nonsense, talking shit
Some people profit off it but I only drop the shit that make you pause and start again
Listen to it twice so you don't miss the too enticing line that flew above your eyes
Too many times have people cried that I can rhyme
It's clear that I'm that guy
Motherfucker, skip the denying
You don't like it? Bitch, you lying to yourself
Yeah, mayan calendar
When I rhyme, it's similar
Man, it's 2012 when the mic is in my clutch
Competition getting fucked
My composition'll thrust through your eye 'n' killin' ya
Man, alright you've had enough
Blaow!!

Man, f*ck your nonsense
I got five senses
Bullshit ain't one, you cunt
So bye, bitch
I make spots hot with hiphop like Scott or Slipknot
You not on top so bitch, stop
F*ck your nonsense
I got five senses
Bullshit ain't one, you cunt
So bye, bitch
I make spots hot with hiphop like Scott or Slipknot
You not on top so bitch
Man, f*ck your nonsense
I got five senses
Bullshit ain't one, you cunt
So bye, bitch
I make spots hot with hiphop like Scott or Slipknot
You not on top so bitch, stop
F*ck your nonsense
I got five senses
Bullshit ain't one, you cunt
So bye, bitch
I make spots hot with hiphop like Scott or Slipknot
You not on top so bitch, stop

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