[Logic] Lyrically I murder you quicker than Lamborghini drive-bys Who knew one man could handle more beef than Five Guys Sharper than steak knives, that I used to break ties West Deer Park, that's where I'm from, end of story Where cats pack more MACs than Apple's inventory Maryland on my back, never slack, get the glory I'm a motherfucking lyricist bitches they fearing us Back in the day, they wasn't hearing this Now I'm the one who's steering this, I'm self-driven Will he kill it? That's a lyrical given New-School style, but the 90's is where my lyrics living My flow is like another Earth, second nature I'll disintegrate ya', migrate ya', then light-saber, decapitate ya' In the beginning they said I was fabricated As soon as the numbers escalated, but these fuckers just mad that I made it More chains than when a slave's traded, check it I'm under MC's skin, like muscle tissue, what's the issue? If you talking shit then Imma hit you Grab that pistol and whip you then dip you in lava, ain't no one 'liver Second I arrive I murder it, I know you never heard of it So sick, my lyrics I don't spit I regurgitate 'em As listeners, chronologically study my words verbatim Assassinate 'em, the second I raid 'em like five-O We pull off the heist and flee to cabo, uh I mask emotions like a robbery Cause when it comes to matters of the heart women will clog your arteries This reality, kill it and you're dead like a fatality Haters wanna kill me I should put 'em on a salary and give 'em their own hotline to talk shit Call it 1-8-0-0 Suck my Dick Wu-Tang forever mothotherfucker what I'm reppin' The second I step in the vicinity murder evil entities Who pretend to be friends of me but I know they not [?] that's what I got, catch me in the spot Never getting caught, never getting shot Know we love it one love [?] Unless it's from the cops then out body drops ha! Of course I'm speaking metaphorical Prophesizing the future like the oracle Flow is rethorical the shit's historical But they don't understand me I'm staying now I getting honeys wiser than Christopher Colombus While the youth's listening to music that make them the dumbest Kamasutra flow, motherfuckers already know My position is on top, your position is fetal Never vain like a needle 'less I'm on the mic damn right Hand me the mic and I'm the cockiest ever [?] motherfucker that you've ever met But after the set I'm humble, ready to rumble no we never stumble cause we 'bout it Before I dropped my last shit everybody doubted 'Till it came out, spit the flame out, and got my name out Cause I'm ripping it up in a way that ain't nobody heard of it Totally original but you ain't heard a word of it All you do is compare me to others cause you're scared of it So every category that you put me in I murder it Murder it brutally, [?], what could you do to me To make me stop telling people to follow their dreams Cause in the world we livin' everything it ain't all as it seems But, if I can make ain't no reason they can't do the same So if you ain't happy then you're the one to blame [?] persevere 'till these haters fearing your name [?] both pleasure and pain But you only get one shot so boy, you better aim Rattpack, Wu-Tang, forever what I claim
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