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[Laws]
Aye, two step on your grave
Soon as you finish writing that bullshit, I moonwalk on your page
Killing teens, I’m Billy Jean, I son kids when I rhyme
But the god damn kids ain’t mine, that’s the last time I go to Vegas
You might think you close but no, you ain’t this
You lame bitch, your styles play like sitting upside down
Messages in codes and pages, the flow is sacred
I’m steady hammer timing now lame rappers, they complaining
‘Cause I’m kinda realizing my age bracket
News flash, if you ain’t sad but you can’t hack it
You need a measuring tape to view the pay gap
That divides the likes of me from the likes of you
I write it this record despite you and fight you too
Slapping rappers around like it’s something nice to do
Your god damn jeans are way too tight, you’re blue, you aren’t a friend of me
If you are crying ‘cause those nut huggers won’t let you bend your knees
I don’t have no sympathy, cry on someone else’s shoulder
You poser, you claiming you fresher than Folgers
It don’t take no effort to fold you but hold up, let me do it slower
So I don’t lose you, I am fool proof, I won’t lose to anybody that rhyme
I beg your pardon, I don’t give a fuck, alley sue sharpton
Mother Goose, Shakespeare, I pull you apart
Till they have to keep your remains in two compartments
I’m excited, hip-hop’s like a new apartment and my rhymes’ Pier One
I’m right here son, rap relay dude, you on stage
I’m throwing tomatoes at you from the DJ booth
Speaking of DJ booth, your head spinning like the records in it
Punk, if I said it, I meant it, yo I turn you to a…
Now your…is stunned, yo I said I turn you to a…
Fix it, I’mma what, I saw them dudes fly
If I don’t sell more, then I’m going out on a no country for old men tour
My rock group, I consider them my mentors
They were on top in the days when that meant more
It’s no wonder I’m the cat that they send for
All we got left is the scraps that we fend for
Breaker-breaker 1-9, what was that you said Laws?
Tell these motherfuckers it’s a rap, that’s a 10-4
I been the worthiest claimer of pens since the 36th chamber I entoured
If they said saw any part of the sacred verse
Then I pull the plug on ‘em like safety first
Even on breaks, I work, it’s ‘cause I’m trying to make a stack with this
I always had the baddest shit even when I was swaggerless
I can take you back to that time but I rather just
Keep making the truest shit for your gluteus maximus
They heard my competition, the decision is unanimous
Breaking news, stand by, Laws by a landslide
Yeah your mans and them said you dope but your mans lied
Where’s the crown? I can hold this down with my hands tied
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