Sike!
C.E.B and Whit.
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Ayy oou run it Thumbing through a milli at the summit They ain't gonna catch you when you plummet If you want the fade nigga then you need to run it (ayy) Oou run it Thumbing through a milli at the summit They ain’t gonna catch you when you plummet If you want the fade nigga run it (Alright stop it right there) Sike! F*ck y’all make me take a life Might have to kill yo ass twice What’s that pokin out your head issa knife I might commit genocide on these mics Dead em all, all in a fight F*ck it’s a wonderful night Y’all gon make me take a (hey!) These just madlibs That was written by a bad kid Always upto something and laughing In the school of makin money f*ck them classes Always wanna make it and rap big Open a few doors, I’m not dancer, prancer, dashin Wanna cash in On the skills I got through practice Poof, came up like magic I’m scarred, destined to be classic Say they sick with the motions Say I’m movin too fast then Get them chains up out my face before I start to snatch it Better put yo girl in her place ‘for in smashin Throw a catchers mitt all in yo face for fade you catchin Keep on backin you upto your place just like a savage I been tracking you upto your place to catch you lackin Get this crackalackin gat I’m packin Ready to cause yo passin wit passion Bullets in bomber jackets That’s a killer fashion Claim you got the green across ya body But I’m covered in blue faces like I’m Draken I used to talk way too much Now I stay quiet listening cause I know that I be too quick judge Right now I feel like I’m in power cuz All I do is keep on movin up I move at my own own pace why you tryna rush This ain’t nothin to me this a jog not run I’m always a competitor no non of this for fun (How that sound?) Bitch I sound great I was born with this shit i guess it’s a trait I frustrate these other rappers like god damn how think of that I don’t know but I be pullin it from the back of my head What the f*ck you mean by sayin rap is dead I resurrect that mothafucka without missing a beat You fumble it slackin stumblin not quick on ya feet I know that I’m the shit But boy what you think? It don’t even matter Kids too fast hit the nas illmatic Ya Easily broken like a sculptor made of ceramic You say the music aight but I’m way more than average This is what’ll happen if you keep on messing with me I’ll leave you looking like you’ve been caught playing with red paint But boy that ain’t the worst of it Oh You heard of him Putting rappers under like before the surgeon in Then buildin them a permanent bed Like lay your head and rest
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