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I won't tell you the do's
And I won't tell you the don'ts
I'll just fill the wills 'til they manage the most
Of my time, of my rhymes
Of my thoughts, of my actions
Some past convictions of everyday satisfaction
Transpose my flows, flawless in my timing
Adding commas and zeroes to this career, climbing
Uphill, to up and kill doubt and stress
And those enemies that pretend to be friends at my close
Who am I
I'm the one with no release date
The one who M.C.s great
Like the taste of Philly Cheese steak
So if we break some knee, 'K
We won't resort to cheapskate
I'll make your knee's shake
Cause every rhyme I spits a keepsake
For Pete's sake
CookBook's dope and there's no debate
You wish you had a comeback, but no, there is no rebate
Your hopes and dreams deflate
With every song that I create
Beat me, you must be in a dream state
Freak the format, make your heart beat strong
No hoop to like, come whack, get the gong
You better bring the house down like King Kong
If not you got to go, if not you got to go (go)
Freak the format, make your heart beat strong
No hoop to like, come whack, get the gong
You better bring the house down like King Kong
If not you got to go, if not you got to go (go)
Out of words with Captain Cute, MC
Some fools try to be special
Convinced by simple MC's their style's experimental
It's essentially a mental tied to the 7th grade level
No respect to tap dancing around the fundamentals
Where's the substance, the meat
Please make sense when you speak
Catchy phrases are great but your verses are weak
Need to retreat
And find a place to make peace
Something better lies ahead of you
Later, next week
Don't integrate, differentiate
Like make the haters hate the players
Laden with asinine rhymes