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Back in my element, I'm back in my bag Put down the mic for a second, I had to snatch it back I tried to take a break but now I'm breaking bad I'm an arsonist to a fireman, I'ma make em mad I was made for the music, yeah it makes me glad I was born to rip the mic to get on bars and spaz No lies just truth I'm speaking only facts They tried to put me in a box, told em never that Now I'm back and I'm better than ever Go ham on this money, get the bread and the cheddar Pacific Ocean flow getting wetter and wetter My brainstorms bringing thunder, got my head in the weather, oh lord I ain't sign a dotted line, where the deals though? You got some money but dawg let's keep it real folk But I can still out-rap your whole field though No field goals, touchdown I'm in the end zone Now I'ma fly like an eagle or a falcon Cardinal sin not to be keeping it a thousand I march with the saints, bear witness to the truth You'll remember like a titan every time I'm in the booth Call the bengals and the jags and the panthers The king of the jungle, yeah I always got the answers You charge like the Vikings you asking to get blasted And I'm a tomb raider, I'ma jack you in your casket Got the crowd ravin', I'm the main event The whole country run behind me, I'm a patriot You made to quit so when I win I'ma stunt I might take off on a jet headed straight to the bucks David Goliath how I'm slaying the giants Bite em like a brown widow watch em break when they dying Tell your broad tell the truth, pack her out if she lying Or steal her purse, find the evidence and see her be crying I'm just playing, I don't believe in violence But this pen bleeding will leave your skin red, you gon' need the sirens Ride em cowboy, I'm on the beat wildin' I might ram you to the ground, no rest in peace, sleep in silence This winning getting boring, I don't see a loss We both flying, you see pigeons, but I see hawks You see a boss, I'm a legend in the ledgers So you better get to steppin' boy you messin' with a Texan I ride beats like a chariot You ride beats on a colt, I ride on Secretariat So save yourself the embarrassment I shoot like Jason Terry, you shoot like Shawn Marion I pay my dues, you just pay the bills Your favorite rapper on my plate when I make a meal You a dolphin, I'm a navy seal You straight flossin' with your money you ain't never seen no 80 mil I ball like I'm Lonzo I been ran the game like a bronco, you lames finna fall behind Head honcho, and even if I fade I'll still be the chief of this rap thang till I'm 49 Straight out the casket and straight to the booth A straight up assassin homie the juice is loose Allow me to introduce 'fore I lose a tooth Without further ado it's Hype Music II
Sanatçı: D.C.
Türü: Belirtilmemiş
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Şarkı Süresi: 3:11
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