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I'm a killer with the mic, like I'm Killer Mike Rip the tides, make way for R.S reign I've missed the night, it's like Dre possessed my beats And I got the right and possess the best process to carry his torch to greatness I'm sort of a lord to best his latest wave goodbye to all the troubled wannabes Tryin' me is like flyin' free from a 10,000 meter high Divin steep, straight into a pot of bitter sweet coffee Drink with no sugar coating it Shit, it's amazing I made it this deep into this rap Shit, ain't no turnin' back, I'm home Only thing I've been good at comes out the mouth from dome The road's blocked with these fuckin' traffic cones With frantic hopes, that's why I keep my circle small With no crashing trope, it's like Einstein said E equals MC squared Everyone multiplies and flocks the MC Waitin' for the paper when he's paid Everyone wants the paper and the dessert Everybody wants to win with zero effort I wish you could, but then just anyone'd have the bag I and totally collapse and there'd be no reason to have no tracks Everyone wants the paper and the dessert Everybody wants to win with zero effort I wish you could, but then just anyone'd have the bag I and totally collapse and there'd be no reason to have no tracks Then it's a dilemma whether you want it or not Like you put your career in a pot and randomly pluck And with luck, rap was took it So you put everything into it and it just flopped Poor bastard wanted to go at him Kill 'em in cold action Rip on the mic's spazzin he can't Cause he was writin' but there was no passion And there's no rational reason to do rappin' I'm just sayin' if you ain't equipped for this fuckin' game, don't trip We like you dude, just don't fuckin' speak on it And all the hoes, I'm keepin' ya'll on your toes Don't act like you fuckin' like rap, can't name a trio Everyone wants the paper and the dessert Everybody wants to win with zero effort I wish you could, but then just anyone'd have the bag I and totally collapse and there'd be no reason to have no tracks Everyone wants the paper and the dessert Everybody wants to win with zero effort I wish you could, but then just anyone'd have the bag I and totally collapse and there'd be no reason to have no tracks And at the stage that we at, it's gettin' kinda sad Everyone's on the same page, no one's turnin' bad And no one's doin' something new or innovative The game's stagnant, it's gettin' boring, listenin' to the same shit There's diamonds in the rough, sure, a few gems But I don't wanna dig in the ground to find them And if mainstream did underdogs, I'd have a mood swing Come back like a boomerang, just imagine All the underground artists starvin', top the billboard chartin' Those at the bottom startin' battlin' to win the pardon of partake in the radio spots and Yeah, Chris Webby, he's underrated Nati, he's doin' numbers what me Yeah, I'm just vibin' and every time I'm wildin' Ridin' flawlessly now take a ride in my drive in What you want, you want multisyllabic rhyming Why in the f*ck you want me with my killer magic timing Illa earnin' skrilla cause I am hungry for beats like I am J Dilla This bitch is scarier than thriller I've been ramblin' on for far too long But I just wish in 30 years they'll be makin' songs long-gevity, What really be drivin' me Clutchin' the game, this is my sign in to register forever into the hotel as a guest participator, yeah What's my name It's R.S and I'm fuckin' comin' back later but it's fuckin' hard when Everyone wants the paper and the dessert Everybody wants to win with zero effort I wish you could, but then just anyone'd have the bag I and totally collapse and there'd be no reason to have no tracks Everyone wants the paper and the dessert Everybody wants to win with zero effort I wish you could, but then just anyone'd have the bag I and totally collapse and there'd be no reason to have no tracks