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Don status, kiss the ring
Came to disinfect the scene like Listerine
If you disrespect the king, or you diss the team
Imma disconnect your screen so you miss the stream
Send 'em way down in a blissful dream
Like on the playground when them kids were mean
Motivate crowds and we get the cream
Then we're roaming late out for the hip cuisine
Just some biscuits and a spliff for me
I don't recall the last time my piss was clean
I get pissed and serve guys when I spit my schemes
It's my third eye, not my wrist that blings
You know I got a bucket list of things
And Imma kill it 'til I fly on that ship with wings
Kiss the sky, like Hendrix sings
Mystified by the Chris routine
Leave you like a deer on the hood of my car
Ladies say he has that certain je ne sais pas
If they tried to fuck with this they wouldn't get far
Step right up and get a foot in the jaw
Watch 'em take a seat when we come thru
Talkin' like they can compete, but none do
Rhymin' and cuttin' on time
Vibes that'll fuck with your mind
Like when I'm writing a rhyme
You couldn't stifle the shine
World champ on the turntable apparatus
Get down to the nitty gritty like Gladys
Sometimes you gotta let 'em know who's the baddest
Like James, the godfather of soul
Step up on the stage and we swallow 'em whole, huh
But don't trip, it's just part of the show
They gotta get a grip 'cause they're out of control
Still standing under pressure, a lot of 'em fold
We do what ever we pleasure, not what we're told
You think you're better 'cause you're rocking some gold
But you will never sit on top of a throne
It's like a shot to the dome
The impact shatters your bone
Onlookers running back to their homes, huh
We're adequate foes, for any savages known
Your shit is wack like attack of the clones (oh!)
And when you look at me, I'm an anomaly