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[Tyler, The Creator Excerpt]
[KAS: Verse 1]
Well gaddamn if he use this beat
Imma lose my mind, go off, and leave his rhymes deceased
Been jackin Renaissance, Bona Fide, what’s next
Imma go insane, wild’n out tell im the best
Fuck em all, homie hold me down
Comin for the throne, just the legacy yo fuck the crown
Fuck the shine and the radio, burn it down
If I ever change comin up tell me turn around
They distorted the notions of hip-hop
General-lies, bitch its bigger than yo wrist watch
Tiptop, tell em all take a pit stop
Cuz we still on the job when yo shit stop
More lyrical than most of your catalogue
Say it ain’t so, pretty close like an analogue
And y’all won’t ever hear half my devices
But half is enough for the flow to stay priceless
I’m on that ISIS, trynna stay righteous
Can’t walk the street cuz you know a hitta might just
Leave you lifeless for prices, or high tech devices
So keep that Tec fine, or meet your crisis
I got the spices, cooking up degrees
Get the angles from the radical that hit you with the e’s/ease
And I been switching with the J like Steez
The new cat behind bars like a rap Pisces
[KAS & AKA: Hook]
I’m in a prison
I’m in a prison
I’m in a prison
Yo hold up
[AKA: Verse 2]
I’m sharper than the cinnamon, I’m fresher than the peppermint
I’m Hotter than the hottest, of the spices on the continent
Accurate-assassinship, like laser points from missile rigs
Aiming for the dot-within-the-dot to show my marksmanship
Grilling these pedestrians, with Iron-hot passages
My genesis is eminent, your awards are irrelevant
A catalogue of lotto picks… Every song’s a winner’s check
Consistent to consistence and every song sounds different
Mission is the intellect, business is what the heart reflects
Futuristic rhetoric with prehistoric sentiments
Verses of a heretic, enslaved to establishment
Stole their flag and I’m spitting crazy off the battlements
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