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A'ight

I'm the sickest with this microphone

Nigga better learn it

All them bitch industry niggas you know

I ain't concerned with

See I move thousands hand to hand

Even got an increasing of fans

In foreign lands Amsterdam Australia to Japan

All before my sign hit the line that was dotted

The man holdin the golden apple

You grapple for the one that's rotted

To the core I've been hard since 1580

Mack attack nigga I've been scarred

Knowing what the f**k I gotta do

F**kin rocking a spot or two

I wanna leave an impression on minds

Like reading Behold a Pale Horse for the first time

Expose wack niggas like secret societies

When Murs rhyme

Explore cyphers after I visit

For close encounters with the serf kind

Your nigga thought he was nice until he heard mine

And the doper you think you getting the more

You ain't understood the first line

I said learn of my affliction

And how my words wrap around

More niggas necks than the pictures of the crucifixions

Ripping mics when on

Name hold more weight than a 24 inch python

So what chu gonna do

When Murs-mania run wild on you

Bringing that crack to your back

Like the whip in Castlevania 2

And I'm through bitch

When I grab a microphone all I want is feedback

Energy from the crowd shit a nigga need that

You wanted a change in rap well fool we be that

And all you bitch niggas best to ease back

Now when I grab a microphone all I want is feedback

Energy from the crowd shit a nigga need that

You wanted a change in rap well fool we be that

And all you bitch niggas best to ease back

Now I write rhymes as dope as Jennifer Lopez

Words beautify blank paper

Like top to bottom pieces on skyscrapers

Ain't no stoppin us

Rolling thick like smog through your metropolis

Making it hard to breathe

When you enter the 20 000 leagues

So stay at your level and place

Cause amateurs f**king with the treble and bass

Will get left dead before they make the third pace

See I turn around shooting off at the mouth

Like New Year's Eve

Saying that shit you just wouldn't believe

Retrieved from the far corners of my mental space

Leave you shocked like John Travolta

Once you open up this mental case

So we happy as long as fools stop trying

To come up from the back and attack me

Like my name was Marcellous

And those overzealous

We got our blowtorch and pliers

So you for damn sure gonna tell us

What we want to hear

Sorta like my album but Life is Too $hort

So I'm trying to make one a year

To make you niggas watch

What you do like the Wonder Years

Watch them niggas you think is down

They only down cause they carrying

A ton of fear

It's been a while

Since I've relieved myself of that burden

So I'm making sure I'm going all out

Until they call it curtains

While you busy in the man's face shucking and smirking

I'll be lurking in the cut

Happy with being the broke nigga that I am

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