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Ororo Munroe
by Bito Sureiya
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You can’t be too sure
That the claps and applause
Is really cause you got one off
I mean to be trapped in your head
Your better off dead
After I gripped the mic I do my best to get the fuck off
I paid for this shit
I feel a sense of entitlement
Gotta stifle it
Unless you kno you ain’t shit
Get proper faster
Out shine the master
Show remorseless tactic
Play these niggaz like a Stratocaster
But my word is my bond well if like that nigga say that
Fake niggaz paying for vows like the gang is pat sayjack
Can’t phase that
I stay way back for the karma
Prolonged exposure to new relationships for me is harmful
Mix the tree with fronto
Never healing but stay alert
Nick rigged defense mechanism to always work
I mean to be trapped in your head
Your better off dead
After I gripped the mic I do my best to get the fuck off
I can’t really speak y’all
But I can’t fucking stand it
You can’t force me to listen to your shitty raps god damnit
I really can’t even explain it
Tho I know it’s my profession
Only one the silent in crowd participation section
I ain’t playing I ain’t never fucking put my hands up
I really ain’t gon say nothin when you say NAN bruh
I ain’t gon jump up and scream cause the 808 bump
I ain’t gon rap over the vocals I recorded too son
I would never pay to play
Look what you nigglets have resorted too
But I can only do me
Niggaz do not do what I do
They lack critical thinking
And kiss it up to the lord
They I love Lucy stupid
They perpetrating a fraud
But I can’t fucking help
To think to myself
What the think
Is thought about me
And my ever decreasing mental health
I mean to be trapped in your head
Your better off dead
After the mic gripped I do my best to get the fuck off
I mean I can’t even feel it no more the way that I inhale it
I smoke that shit faster than the plug can fucking scale it
I got problems that I’m way to fucking high to fuckin Handel
I’m getting smacked right now you can’t make me be a man duke
Get gwala
They be on the block I’m on the Handel
Still not the type nigga that would go for the strings out his jansport
Mentally defeated but still stay above the meter
Still won’t let a nigga beat us i will slap box wit jesus
If Factory rest on the feature I would of offed me as a fetus
And dome shot old me trying to stop me
To incomplete us
I mean to be trapped in your head
Your better off dead
After the mic gripped I do my best to get the fuck off
You can’t be too sure
That the claps and applause
Is really cause you got one off
I mean to be trapped in your head
Your better off dead
After I gripped the mic I do my best to get the fuck off
I paid for this shit
I feel a sense of entitlement
Gotta stifle it
Unless you kno you ain’t shit
Get proper faster
Out shine the master
Show remorseless tactic
Play these niggaz like a Stratocaster
But my word is my bond well if like that nigga say that
Fake niggaz paying for vows like the gang is pat sayjack
Can’t phase that
I stay way back for the karma
Prolonged exposure to new relationships for me is harmful
Mix the tree with fronto
Never healing but stay alert
Nick rigged defense mechanism to always work
I mean to be trapped in your head
Your better off dead
After I gripped the mic I do my best to get the fuck off
I can’t really speak y’all
But I can’t fucking stand it
You can’t force me to listen to your shitty raps god damnit
I really can’t even explain it
Tho I know it’s my profession
Only one the silent in crowd participation section
I ain’t playing I ain’t never fucking put my hands up
I really ain’t gon say nothin when you say NAN bruh
I ain’t gon jump up and scream cause the 808 bump
I ain’t gon rap over the vocals I recorded too son
I would never pay to play
Look what you nigglets have resorted too
But I can only do me
Niggaz do not do what I do
They lack critical thinking
And kiss it up to the lord
They I love Lucy stupid
They perpetrating a fraud
But I can’t fucking help
To think to myself
What the think
Is thought about me
And my ever decreasing mental health
I mean to be trapped in your head
Your better off dead
After the mic gripped I do my best to get the fuck off
I mean I can’t even feel it no more the way that I inhale it
I smoke that shit faster than the plug can fucking scale it
I got problems that I’m way to fucking high to fuckin Handel
I’m getting smacked right now you can’t make me be a man duke
Get gwala
They be on the block I’m on the Handel
Still not the type nigga that would go for the strings out his jansport
Mentally defeated but still stay above the meter
Still won’t let a nigga beat us i will slap box wit jesus
If Factory rest on the feature I would of offed me as a fetus
And dome shot old me trying to stop me
To incomplete us
I mean to be trapped in your head
Your better off dead
After the mic gripped I do my best to get the fuck off
