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I lost my first record deal in ten months
Blinded by the light from
Let's run to redrum
Now I see it twenty twenty
Like Dateline, you can't rush in

So as I sip my third Heineken
I feel disturbed stupefied by the tools and
The fools I observe
In the spot's where I rock
They deserve not a word in

them
They're all on the drugs so
They mumble when they speak (Ha ha ha)
And all your favorite rappers trash
And all y'all albums weak (Facts)
They're all

I know who's gun it is
Just by hearing the shots that's Bo
​​​​​​ That's Little Mack
Damn baby who the fuck is that?!
I can tell from the way that he

As a result of the outbreak
Your city or entire region might be
Endangered by a lethal aliens yeah

Dead or alive‚ I'll be one of the best
No sleep

to
Cause life ain't in order, I'm like
How many words do I write or
How many times do I write to a song or
How many songs do I put to
An album for you to see

umowa stała się faktem
Mieliśmy album wiec chuj z kontraktem
Z kompaktem Skandal
Gdzieś na domówce toczył się melanż
Przy jointach i wódce
Tak to już jest

in and out
Oxygen in my blood
I'm calculated in my movements like a TI81
A machine on the keys
Workin' way after the sun
In that city by the sea
It's

nigga roll up
Swisher sweets I break them down
Then my nigga roll up
You know it, and you know we potient
By the way we floatin, From
The dro im smokin,

who I are
Like, do they understand it?
The crafty never get undercut
By the upper handed
I eat so much on these beats
When this shit cut off
I’m like

son
Let me tell these niggas something, God
I don't want niggas sounding like
Me on no album
Keep it real, get your own shit, man
And be original
"Word

I'm recordin' that shit on
The fuckin' little mic
By the little camera thing on
The fuckin' Mac book
So this shit is choppy and bad quality
But fuck

Rucka Rucka please go drown and shut up
Every Google image looking like
You taking dick up
I've sold more than all your albums
All with just an EP

Ladies and gentlemen
Please welcome the underground champion
Of the world he goes by the name MGK
And his flow is timeless
Uh, I let it breathe a lil

starczyło mu
Nie tylko na jego
Drugi album nagrany z Noonem
Ale i na gościnne występy
Na płycie producenta Ośki, kumpla
Z Płomenia 81
Onara, i kolegi z

Taught by Master Fard, hard
Now I'm pulling your card (Ah yeah)
We travel, unravel, dabble in the dopeness
A jam that make you want
To know who wrote this

Them big B's head so good
Almost said some shit I didn't mean
Punched a hunnid 12 Pros
Damn near the Max Man if I could
I'll throw yo album in the trash

Jeep, beep, beep
Weed cheeched
By the beach, seated next to Katie Leech
Then went home and made a beat
Me and Sticky rapped to it, f4!
Back when Zack B

vision was clouded
They used to doubt, son
They only care about income I'm
Worried about the outcome
My flow will make Jay
Electronica drop the album
Shit,

grown hate
I don’t need your co-signs now
I bought my own space
By years of overturnin every stone face
Army of one and I got the right troops
I done ran

where you gon' lay
(yeah, ayy) better have you a strap cause
You know I'm clutching (Bitch)

My team don't like when I go
To the mall all by myself
I told

song
Let's appreciate it while it's on
For every soldier who got hit by a
Roadside bomb and lost an arm
If you got an arm put your fuckin'
Arm in the sky

Yeah, that’s the new joint
Off the forthcoming
Hell Hath No Fury album it’s
Entitled "I Ain’t Stuntin’ Y’all, " by
The Clipse and check it out,

before it fell out
Doing shit that rappers'll never do
You know I'm on that
So why don't I start by telling
You what was in my contract?
Make the type