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Turn, turn the music up
Turn, turn me up, yeah, yo
Amen
Way-avy
47K gold, top dog from the pro
E-r-a, Ab-Soul, abstract a-hole
A, Ho, play your role and don't forget the chopped cheese
Shout to ocky, break bread or fake dead
Say less
We came up from the bottom wearing Payless
Uh, yeah
All you rappers frauds
I ain't ever been to church, but hallelujah God
We guided by a higher power, fuck the law
You know it's all love, Alhamdulillah
Be a man, don't involve yourself in tea time
We sip yak, you a Karen, call you white wine
Ma Madea would've made me make a switch out your grapevine
Personally, I prefer a dry red
A Cabernet Sauvignon
Your taste levels way too basic to face this
I'm a better competitor under pressure
I'm cloggin' up your pipeline
You pipe dreamin', you should pipe down
All the pipe squeezin', blah
Yeah, and the sampled loop by Python
Pack music, we on different heights now
47, this our theme song to Heaven
This a felon, with a deal, I'm a reverend
Pastor Blacklip
Black sheep of this rap shit, that's it
And emulations, tell the future so respect the presentation
We be runnin' shit while you pacin'
But the turtle win the race when the rabbit think he made it
Damned if you do, damned if you hatin'
Huh, and if you is go fuck yourself
The fact is I'm a master baiting all of y'all
TMI, I don't even need a fishing rod
Titan piscean
Electric rhetoric, my mind is lightnin' strikin', it's evident
Better hold tight like a metal grip
K-triple I-A, put the K to your face
If you don't pay, that's my forte
But really, we need more fades
Gun violence not the only way
We settin' precedence like an ironing board
Oh, the irony, boy
Yeah, get your fades up
Like a starting barber
I bring the boat to the harbor
I feel like Lil Wayne on the fourth Carter
Growed up to be a man, I'll be my own father
Huh, and we ain't even got to go no farther
Wavy, push the space bar, sir