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It's like, just like this constant state of fuckin
It's like a Fugue State bro I don't get it
No bro I know, I know what you're saying
It's, it it's why
I pick music, I choose to choose it
Flow sick, at you I'm shooting
With the last hair from the lions beard
I've been where you can't even fear to be
Turn your speakers up
I hope that you can hear me clearly cause
This Busta Rhymes with a Futuristic wave
That Hopsin makin you feel Dizzy Right
Next to where D-Bo left off
Metallic A little I rock a
Bow 'n' Aero Smith 'n' Wesson
Fifty Cents for M&M's
That's an Easy E, I get the kind of grades you never see
Please believe, a Big Pun is instore
With the Method Man you can't ignore
My Usher when we Knee-Yo back to the floor
Two Chainz won't last I think I need maybe four or more
To spilt the sea from J to Z you see
A.I. is our crossover into eternity
SHIT come A$AP the boats gettin Rocky
Even if they lock me up they cant fuckin stop me so
Clock me in coach I'm ready to play
With this Chip on my shoulder I'm free to lay a verse
Call it cursive whenever I say fuck bad bitches
Its Ludacris the Game even has situations for
Your counterpart to be your opposition
Yay I get to call Kim out on a new sick edition of fuckery
Sharpening my pencil thinkin on what could be cause
I pick music, I choose to choose it
Flow sick At you I'm shooting
With the last hair from the lions beard
I've been where you cant even fear to be
Turn your speakers up
I hope you can hear me clearly cause
I've been deliriously searching for a purpose
K-dot me in with the D.O.C. this E.R. hurts an heals for certain
Putting in work an exerting pressure on my Ice-T
With an Ice Cube
Its no Biggie really you're killing me smalls an I might use
A Pitbull to snatch your fuckin chain, only U-God