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with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
Barton Harlow
The Black Keys Brothers El Camino
Camp by Childish Gambino
Awaken My Love is amazing too
Modest Mouse Good News For People Who Love Bad News
smell me
Shouts out to my nigga Laurie
I'll never take another man's glory
Shit don't mix like Shaq and Kobe
Now you know me, I be low key
On these
a story?
[Uncle Dolamite]
You want me to tell you a story?
[Baby]
Hell yeah!
[Other Baby]
Me too!
[Uncle Dolamite]
Yes Hunnie I'm a tell you a story
a story?
Hell yeah!
Me too!
Yes Hunnie I'm a tell you a story
About the bad ass Eazy E
He was drinkin' whiskey and gin at the age of three
smell me
Shouts out to my nigga Laurie
I'll never take another man's glory
Shit don't mix like Shaq and Kobe
Now you know me, I be low key
On these
Were armed and dressed in black
We're coming and were on the attack
Hells gates can't hold us back
We got the keys check the book of matt
Put your
We were cursed, yes
Our burnt flesh, it attracts doom
Our skinned inked with this black hue
By con artists, we've been tattoo'd
It's no - henna, this
Sell cd's and tapes
I don't want to be jail bait
Niggas want to kill me
And increase the hell rate
They almost got me
But I slip the spot it was too late
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
a hell of a cost
And don't really know what was lost
And the process ain't ever stopped
Since black civilization dropped
Through internal greed
on being a lap dancer
Yeah, you’re not ready, you black Somalian
You’re not ready
Don’t even open your mouth blud
Before you say something stupid and
You get
[Intro]
One two
It's Masta Ace, Cunninlyguists
We about to get into the seasons
The seasons of hip hop
How we gonna start it?
[Masta Ace]
to pressing button and black keys
from 15 to 23 walking the streets
from OE to no weed I'm paranoid
They all tell me they love me, it's all null and void
I play
featuring Mystikal Silkk the Shocker
If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
But we independent black owned and making scrilla
One two
It's Masta Ace, Cunninlynguists
We about to get into the seasons
The seasons of hip hop
How we gonna start it?
As we spring back
-If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
-But we independent, black owned and making scrilla
-We a threat to society
-They ban our
low key
On these icey Roleys, dude that showed me
And hoes ignored me, now they blow me
Them niggas that loaned me, now they owe me
Oh me, oh my I can
a strong black man.
Every two weeks I see Sam,
Pitchin' out my check with no respect, but I still don't give a damn.
Because I gotta make my dough.
My
to Xzibit, lift, build muscle I hustle
And broaden my horizons
Stay focused to the point of
The chin like Tyson
Get live like a dunk on a
Big man by Allen
instead of becomin a strong black man
Every two weeks I see sam
Pitchin out my check with no respect but I still don't give a damn
Becaause I gotta make
Jap bitch wit the tech, first line of defense
Pullin' up in the Ac', black shit with dents
Test our aim
We'll be speaking your name in past tense
Dress
Multiplying every stream in my catalogue
Razor sharp in my expertise of the steeze undefeated
Season after season I acquire more
Hell bent on ripping holes
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