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Warning, niggas got no identity | I'm God though, I already know my enemy | Concentrate properly, control my energy
Warning, niggas got no identity I'm God though, I already know my enemy Concentrate properly, control my energy Look at you, you can't even hold that Hennessy Never gon' like you, we don't have chemistry Old number 7, only dope act Tennessee Ain't tryna feel you and I don't have empathy You friendly to a fault and got (hello) tendecies Stay around masters, with Jews and recipes Taught me it's important not to taunt my legacy Spin on all the jinns who distract and menace me And if you scared to death, nigga, don't be friends with me You can catch feelings and act offensively But you ain't tryna kill nothin' with that intensity I know your reaction's just an act of jealousy But you talkin' to God so retract that heresy I realized the guy strapped over the mailbox looked kinda familiar. So I asked him, "hey, do I know you?" He said, "oh well, indeed you might." When I pull out the pen I'm a wolf out again Time to son motherfuckers, school's out again The flow's distinguished Must I space out the words like Silver Surfer? To prove that I got the skill to murder, kill a verse or Sell out arenas like I'm backstabbing Gilbert Nurture beasts like Buffalo Bill He puts the lotion on the tracks Seven continents and notions on his back I attack the block as if I'm John Boy, Edward You tryna get your grown man on like a tomboy Rush your convoy, yeah, crush your convoy I laugh at them like I'm smashed of a glass of Gin Or 10, drunk watchin' Jim Gaffigan with the fattest win And when they go and grab the pen I laugh again And it feels like somebody stabbed in my abdomen So pass the aspirin, half of these rappers are practicin' They get detached limbs and thrown in scratch bins Cause they has-beens I shatter legions in arenas, blood splattered, screeches So many lines you think I'm traffickin' African zebras When the track bans put us in the fast lane Y'all are sounding like athletics founded Bobby Knight's last name I smack lames to snack on brain, I'm that strange I pull dimes like I'm tryna make exact change What gives you the right to... My entire life gives me the right, mister, look at my record. Now I know why you wear a mask. It's to hide your swelled head. Who's that guy? Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were going back to that Loud in person, I'ma shoot first like Kyrie Irving These silly raps getting no claps like Miley twerkin' Recite verses getting your blood, no hypothermic I'm highly worshipped, puttin' clowns back inside the circus Rap god, rocking Jordans in a wife beater Might turn the beat, the beat down for sounding like Tina They soundin' like divas with dyke features I'm bed-rest ill, they barely a slight fever Wordplay wizard, my mic is Harry Potter's wand Czarface nominated at the Comicon, drop bombs Deliver it hot like it's Papa John's poppin' dons Burnin' blue flowers with Dr.Octagon Phenomenon, John Travolta with the smoker I'm straight like five sequence cards in poker No sir, I am not a poser My motto is bread over beef, you can call it Simosa Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were going back to that. The reaper is saying the Devil gon' come after me. Well, I'm gonna kick his butt
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