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[Verse 1: A$AP
Feeling a vigilante or a missionary
Tell my A$AP killers get they ready
Send 'em to the cemetary obituaries
Don't be scared, nigga, is you
I've been thinking 'bout all the O's in my account
X the O's in my bed is 'round the same
Ever since new star fame came about
Or ever me and Drizzy started hangin' out
Young boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts
to a Lamborghini from a Mustang
Drugs slang in the drug game the hustling
(I know one thing) Anything is than that 1 train
Bag made of Goyard, like I'm Boyar-
Dee, probably selling D in local courtyard
Braids like I'm O-Dog, my la go hard
to my inlaws, they outlaws with no laws
[Verse 2: Lamar]
We then I bogart, any pros that got 'proached at
With a toe-tag, get off, in the projects with a skateboard
I roll past and I blaze like, "DOO DOO!" I hate y'all
When the beef cooked, I ate y'all like, "Mmm mmm," let's ball
In a ballpark all sharks and a blindfold, I rhyme cold
My K hot, your 9 cold, that like K9 drone
That clip, straight from the rip
I'll make that say RIP, I'm on some shit
If I'm not the hottest then Hell must've froze
You thought it was safe then forgot the code was
I traits of a traumatized soldier
Don't in my face, I might snap, I might choke ya
Spine right out of place, me dap like you 'posed ta
Darts at your posters, dark nights this
I like I'm 'posed ta, I might slice my wrist
Or pretend like a vulture and drop off cliff
[Verse 3: Bada$$]
even conscious, talking to my conscience
Gettin' in these flows like conches
I'm on my convict, don't bars, I drop prisons
sell rocks seen the spectrum through the prisms
Somehow bypassed the bias and the
The violence and the killin', so
They seen my pigment and that was the ign'ance
Unfortunately I am not that of niglet
But pass the pot let me
Just got to the block from a 6 o'clock with Jigga
And I'm thinkin' 'bout to the Roc
But my niggas on the block assigned to the rocks
And I swear it hurt me
I try to prevail, but when I it only hurt their sales
you're only gon' end up either dead or in jail
But you my nigga, you the best for real
4: Yelawolf]
When you mention my name amongst other rappers
Or for that matter, any rapper, fuck it
Painter, skater, musician, trailer park ditch diggin'
flippin', eat, sleep, shittin' human bein', you would be in
Trouble to body or couple me to these others
Cause comparatively speakin', my is beyond the bubble
That they put me in, my vision's the Hubble's
I with Nubians, new beginning again
You in school at 10, late, goin' gold
And so? GREAT. Do I give a flying
If I'm applyin' to my rhymin' plus alignin' us?
Alabama's climbin' up, wait, no I give a
Flying duck, but a buckshot, Ch, pow!
Motherfuck your life, pussy blood
Ain't never no rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze
And thawed out for date at a Coachella show, Yelawolf
5: Danny Brown]
Weed a color like a hoodrat bra and panties
And my flow be like pots and pans in pantries
Antsy cause I'm high like Michael penny loafers
Moonwalkin' on the sun, barefoot, shades on
pussy smell like a penguin
Wouldn't hit that shit my worst enemy's penis
Bitch when I say this I this: "Ho, I'm the meanest"
Dick so big, stretch Earth to Venus
molly got me nauseous, on shit, no off switch
Lawless, obnoxious, on "suck my cock" shit
That is my synopsis, pot shit
Hoes on God shit, stop it! You not this!
Novice, regardless, heartless and
Cryin' tears of vodka prima at the concert
Adonis smokin' chronic to vomit gin and tonic
Just bein honest, me, isn't that ironic?
[Verse 6: Action
Swiftly, I the Bimmer 860
A heavy smoker so you know I brought the with me
The moon's off the lake hit me
You should've stayed me
Now many Asian lay with me
The face is like a tablecloth
My gallop in the morning on the beach like a Chilean horse
Red drop on boxes very often
Confetti torture, drinking Henny like I'm Kenny

I the game between Georgia Southern and Grambling
You see us scrambling, Susan Sarandon
The cloud of like the phantom
Damn this shit like fantastic
You see me comin' in each state
Just so the lord could put the fork inside the
Cuffed to my I've got the briefcase
The gavel slam, I'm a man, try not to eat ham
7: Big K.R.I.T.]
Big KRIT,
Spit my last breath: casket rap, six deep
Eyes closed, the black is back, out come the with flats
that, bottles I can't pronounce, like, "How you ask for that?"
Why you ask for crack and all you had was
All I had was rap, when all they had was
All I wanted was love, all had was dap
Fuck them haters and them hoes and cherish your wins
The aftermath, ask LeBron, open palm slap a
Walk the plank or break a bank, I've in the business of sinkin' ships
Chokin' niggas out the anchors that they anchor with
Resuscitations the label, I'm taxing if you want a hit
Clear, your career, bitch, I was born here
Been a killer, '86er, nigga, that's my born
Get the fuck from 'round here, that's just my ways
on your momma's titty, bitchin' while I was choppin' blade
Grippin' grain, fuckin' hoes, candy like Everglades
Miss me with that chatter, take that shit up with my bass
I put that on my sub, how could you ever me?
rappers hoping the world end so they won't have to drop another album
B.B. King saw the king in me, so why you?
In order to come up close, you'll to dig up Cash and Elvis, too
Muddy flow, Dixie rebel past
Fuck your Louis flag, popping benji tags on your ass
That's out of line, but in living
I'm more like Miya on you rap motherfuckers, a true artist