See I be doing this for kicks you know my kicks stay clean I ain't gotta say a word, swag like Mr. Bean Second guessing me? I'm writin' poetry, quote this Boy I spit maagic, Hokus-Pokus Notice how your boy spittin' livin' classy But when I come through they better 'Duck' like 'Daffy' Got chya boy laughin', but homie I ain't stressin' it Step up in my house you better 'Run' like 'Reverend' I'm a blessing but no I ain't a Saint But I'm gettin' Super-Dome, best believe it feels great If you talkin' dolla billaz then money is in my grammar Pissing on these haters I got R.Kelly swagger Y.B.M.K., holla back at my initials If you bite into an apple you gon' find me in the middle I'm "hard-core, see there's another metaphor Punchline rapper what you think I make these records for? Damnit I'm fly, I don't need a pair of shoes When I hop up out the bed, I need a parachute Taliban swag, my career gon' blow up So full of myself, I'm about to throw up And these haters feel the same, somethin' sick up in the mouth 'Cause when they run they lips I be what they talk about I got millie dollar dreams, after that, what's haapnin'? "Billie" in my "Jeans", rest in peace Mike Jackson I ain't gon' lie, on my mind's get paper Stayin' on my grind, Tony-Hawk's-Pro-Skater No more talking money 'cause from now on that's small talk Gotta make hits so I'll catch you at the ball park Send you a Hallmark, I'll be outta town Hockey rink type of lifestyle, ain't no out of bounds But I'm gettin' outta line you know any rapper could But they say I ain't a rapper just a brother that can rap good? Well OK then every limit I'll pass And almost every next top model I'll smash And I don't need a hook man I always go hard Got these haters locked up behind my 36 bars...
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Copy to Clipboard: See I be doing this for kicks you know my kicks stay clean I ain't gotta say a word, swag like Mr. Bean Second guessing me? I'm writin' poetry, quote this Boy I spit maagic, Hokus-Pokus Notice how your boy spittin' livin' classy But when I come through they better 'Duck' like 'Daffy' Got chya boy laughin', but homie I ain't stressin' it Step up in my house you better 'Run' like 'Reverend' I'm a blessing but no I ain't a Saint But I'm gettin' Super-Dome, best believe it feels great If you talkin' dolla billaz then money is in my grammar Pissing on these haters I got R.Kelly swagger Y.B.M.K., holla back at my initials If you bite into an apple you gon' find me in the middle I'm "hard-core, see there's another metaphor Punchline rapper what you think I make these records for? Damnit I'm fly, I don't need a pair of shoes When I hop up out the bed, I need a parachute Taliban swag, my career gon' blow up So full of myself, I'm about to throw up And these haters feel the same, somethin' sick up in the mouth 'Cause when they run they lips I be what they talk about I got millie dollar dreams, after that, what's haapnin'? "Billie" in my "Jeans", rest in peace Mike Jackson I ain't gon' lie, on my mind's get paper Stayin' on my grind, Tony-Hawk's-Pro-Skater No more talking money 'cause from now on that's small talk Gotta make hits so I'll catch you at the ball park Send you a Hallmark, I'll be outta town Hockey rink type of lifestyle, ain't no out of bounds But I'm gettin' outta line you know any rapper could But they say I ain't a rapper just a brother that can rap good? Well OK then every limit I'll pass And almost every next top model I'll smash And I don't need a hook man I always go hard Got these haters locked up behind my 36 bars...
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