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Let that graphite mix with this blank sheet
Feel like a chemist when I finish every sentence
Abusing echoes…like most niggas without flows
Mine not even digital, I’m just that big to you
Ain’t no telling what the kid’ll do
Might spit a scripture that could outsell
King James at the garden, double entendres
Have a enough food for thought
To feed any artist starving, respect the jargon
This rap shit’s been apart of em’
All these niggas making stacks but
They ain’t got no art in em’
Money making vs ill creating
Well buckle up and get ready
For the hybrid, the combination
Optimus rhyming when I roll out the tongue
They hear my „u” and recognize where I’m from
Charm City, where niggas love to hate, like a pastime
And hate to show love like the crowd during halftime
HipHop just the next girl that’s gonna drive me nuts
…but watch how a mac a dame
My whole pack the opposite of lame
A bunch of wolves that make moves on their own
But never move alone (uhh)
A young prince with three eyes on the throne
Not saying I’m enlightened, more so I am lightning
Sparking brains, ’til I’m cardiac arrested
Spreading rapteria, this is a track infection
And the mental always been a weapon
But now I fire faster and my aim is beyond mastered
I’m so classic (wooh), all that wack shit y’all can have it
Coming with audio hieroglyphics of someone not established
How a nigga so sick but he ball so hard
Man I swear a nigga so Magic
(Uhhh!)
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