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DON'T MISSDON'T MISS 

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DON'T MISS

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There's something so enticing about striving for more than we are
One is never satisfied with themselves
Someone else is always who you want to be

Okay
Why would I try to offend you niggas?
You really think you got the juice
I commend you niggas
Ain't no bottle cap in my raps
Play pretend? Who nigga?
By the end of the record I will have ended you niggas
These niggas hate to see him playing off the script that he wrote
They be like "Why he call the team DON'T MISS?"
'Cause we don't
We make the magic, chop the samples, drop the album on the internet
And my loosies are all that and a box of cigarettes

To be frank, lately I'm unphased by these rap niggas
They can't operate at the same level we be at nigga
We got the sheets packed, the beat packs, and these raps nigga
And a whole slew of goofies asking 'bout if he back, nigga
Shit I be doing decathlons on top of these tracks, nigga
On top of that hip-hopping over half of these rap niggas
Maybe that's why the lil' niggas always asking for help
Ask if I'm fucking with yo' shit?
Bitch I don't f*ck with myself

Now tell me why would I try to befriend you niggas?
You really think you got the juice
I kinda envy you niggas
Not a bottle cap in my raps
Play pretend? Who nigga?
By the end of the record I will have ended you niggas
These niggas hate to see him playing off the script that he wrote
They be like "Why he call the team "DON'T MISS?"
'Cause we don't
We make the magic, chop the samples, drop the album on the internet
And my loosies are all that and a box of cigarettes

This is that mom and pop, barbershop, when it drop classic
That hippy-hop, record shop, needle drop scratching
Influenced by the Quests, the DOOMs, the Illmatics
In tune with tape decks that wasn't fucking with STATIC
We rap's cocky lil misfit bastards since we bust out the package
You try'na be fitted
DON'T MISS is try'na cut through the fabric of space time
Wait, violate, paradigm shaking
Don't play the stakes high
No time to waste time

So why would I try to offend you niggas?
You think you got the juice?
I do not comprehend you niggas
Not a bottle cap in my raps
Play pretend? Who nigga?
By the end of the record I will have ended you niggas
These niggas hate to see him playing off the script that he wrote
They be like "Why he call the team "DON'T MISS?"
'Cause we don't
We make the magic, chop the samples, drop the album on the internet
And my loosies are all that and a box of cigarettes

And it's dub-k 'till I deuce deuce
The movement for you losers
But they say R. Day' gotta screw loose
'Cause his loosies hit like doobies, inhale
The view is hazy but the vision is clear
Through the smoke in the air
Lighters up for my smokers in here
We bout to boom like the thunder
When the lightning hit the ground
And leave the room stuck wondering try'na wrap they head around
How the boy Rashad hold heat and preach nonviolence
With the Nast E'est beats, ass in the seats, now, silence

So frankly I don't give a f*ck if I offend you niggas
By the end of the record I will have ended you motherfuckers
I'm back

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