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Ain't fucked with 12 since the eightth grade
Been on this rap shit since the heyday of Kay-Slay
What I've said is divine, even my letters they rhyme
I'm like a chef basting a steak, I've gotten better with time
The game remain the same
Young niggas still pull triggers to bring fame to they name
They don't claim corners or blocks
Sabonis of rock
She wanna bone of Vodka I told her hold the Ciroc
These heathens ain't getting my hard earned money
These lessons hard learned, it all turns to an episode of Sunny
Life is stranger than fiction, I'm out your range, you ain't hittin
I'm not the name that you mention, I got some dangerous diction
Listen, citizens of the city don't know the rep
But real heads show me so much respect, they call me chef
I've been a bear since Khamzat had the cleft
My opposition got a defect, you gotta eject
You cowards never met a style you couldn't theft
Who am I if not the best
Revenge gets served like the antipasti
Shit been different since the instance that you ran across me
Before y'all had the balls to be the big dog
But now you know the cost to be the boss was larger than you thought it'd be
They say you changed like the autumn leaves
But if I stayed the same I be just as lame as you and your colleagues
I call them colleagues cause I know them ain't your folk
Bring one too many niggas, they complain it's woke
This ain't a joke, keep your heat live
Your technique is poor and when you gun jam
Your tech needs support like the Geek Squad
And don't look to the heavens, they won't see your tears
Just close your eyes and count to fuck like El-P was here
You're free to be scared, your heart bleeds it be from deep fear
It seep from each seed your feces reeks it beat the clean air
Your partners told you beware
And be where, the coast will be clear
Still crack a bottle on your skull, three cheers
It can happen in a blink, faster than you think
Don't let these raps inside your head get you chipped like the Nuero-link