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Mic check! Mic check! Mic check!
One-two! One-two!
Check the mathematics, the schematics, the thematics
What's two plus two plus two plus two?
Niggas see me and thinking that they be dreamin
Think I'm perfect and try and find a reason to beat me
See there's no competing with a Legion in one man, now understand
I MARVEL at you super fans
Worthy when the hammer's not in my hand
Loki about it, sweet about it
Book smart too
I read you tryna escape me
Go blow some trees about it
You play checkers, I play the chessman cookie
Hold your banana pudding.
You gon need sum sweet when callin my folks to book me.
Please hold.
Leave that nigga on hold, I hold grudges
When there's no justice given to Jus10.
Leaving me to justify the mind fuck that I stay concussin
You don't want it
I'm Libra, Aries
Look like Persephone feel like Hades
I can feel you hating yet I still feel you craving
The force is strong with this young Jedi slicing through you padawans
I'm Anakin
You's a man of cons, I'm a man of law
No need for a robe, you quick to expose yourself so like an OtterBox
This case closed.
What? What? What? What? What? What?
Huh?
What?
Yo don't hold ya breath cuz Rome wasn't built in a day
And still I'm coming at em quicker in a critical way.
This multi-generational, rap occupational.
A hard sixteen bars for you is aspirational.
For me four bars is gravitational.
Two bars to pull em in, other two educational.
I sense that soon a congregational transition into seeing transition as inspirational.
I'm my mother's son, I was born to be illustrational.
Master of my fate manifesting the transformational
No Ticonderoga, my pen is never eraseable
To the left, to the left... I'm irreplaceable
Hip hop, my hips rock, ya hips locked.
I won't stop showing these niggas I'm not hot.