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[Verse 1]
Got cataracts, they been blurred with the vision
I paddle back, trynna get up the cataract
Matter of fact, I got this herb I been twistin
Just pass it back, in my world like a Caddilac-tica
Imma ride to the rhythm, it’s the spitta
Hmegrown killa, fuck a metronome, I been cold so they shiver
And its been a week so they mourn like its Shiva
I’m killin radio stars
But fuck a video, I’m just chillin playin with bars
They been hatin the boss, I ain’t awaiting applause
Cuz they don’t feel the wave every paper gon cause
They in a trap where the cheese is
I’m in the gap bitch I’m back with the past
And the fact that this rap hadn’t cracked
Bitch believe this, I let it seep in, while I:
I hit the grass, let em peep the apocalypse
I’m on my project shit, and they should probly quit
What my synopsis is

[Verse 2]
Fuck em all, on my missionary
These rappers ain’t got music and they ain’t literary
I’m on my military, not just a little scary
Hit em all, kill em all with a dictionary
We playin Pictionary, I draw arms
On any maafucker with the mic and false charms
I been on, but if they hate imma off em
Spit game been awesome, take aim with caution
So watch out if you watch me
Fuck a watch, represent like a proxy
I’m killin posses, tailed like a possum
But if they ain’t feel it, let em fall like its autumn

[Hook]
I do it big like some radiowaves
Long-distance thoughts like some radiowaves, still
Fucking up the radio waves
Fucking up the radio-, still
Fucking up the radiowaves, I’m still
Fucking up the radio, fucking up the radiowaves, I’m still

[Verse 3]
Still trynna swim against the mainstream
The stronger it gets, the weaker the flow
Been eroding the rocks so we ain’t seeing the dope
I guess it all got lost about a week-end ago
And I been needing a ho
Slowly swallowed by the antics
Losin my roots I’m finna fall on my branches
And break ties with the fruits of my growth
The real me just another meaningless ghost
So I’m armwrestlin the hands of time
Trynna find a mine of some goddamn purity
I rewind to an uncorrupted mind and a age of hip-hop of raw ingenuity
Hope I get through to me…

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