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[Verse]
Consider this, it’s King Oracle
And I’m coming for your larynxes
And let me just say, no fucking way
You can prepare for this
Try to diss but note my pinky ring’s the thing your bitch is kissing
Crying in your pillow wondering, „Damn, what am I missing?”
I will never sell a track until the price is right
Bitch I’m Bob Barking louder than the loud that’s elevating heights
And Saying up for nights, crafting stories, make them shits real tight
I’m slightly off my rocker, try to dock my pay, you’ll meet the price
I’m a track star running raps like laps around you dude
And who the fuck are you to that Pyllar crew, foo?
I’m enticing lines to make you fucking drool
While you’re using up your options but you’re still making us look cool
Bitch it’s Pyllar
Fuckers chanting us like it’s a spelling bee
And haters pissed cause we be packing fire, burning down some trees
Labels mad cause we be getting bread, though all the tracks are free
And rappers in the game acting like Pac dissing on Biggie
Like, „Damn why you shoo me?” (Brakka Ka)
Dirty, I am verbally
Mowing down the crowd of clowns with metaphors galore you see
Internal rhymes are present, essentially why you’re adoring me
And I’m just sitting back, laughing at you dickeats like
Fuck a modesty, I’m honestly getting tired of reality
I’m going back to space, explore the galaxies
The fallacies of a, of a acid head
Floating into the sky
Embrace the nebula, embrace the verbal high
[Outro]
Uhhhh, we’re too poor to afford features so…..
Smoke weed
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