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I wanna, I wanna, I wanna

Mother, father, it’s my God-given honor

To eat a sucker MC like a hot sizzlin' donna

Respect, deep check, dope line dialectic

Dig the perspective of open minded skeptic

Where your skepticals, looks don’t count

Better off judgin' by rhymebooks and sheer amounts

And work backwards from there

Angle of attack on the track was like a spear through the clear air

What’s your status?

It’s Don status

Reserved for those who chose to go beyond madness

Cause we like «Villain you must be out your toboggin' hoggin, it’s a horror»

Eatin' MCs like there’s no tomorrow, starvin'

Welcome to the club, registration

We be waitin' right here collectin' off of nation’s revelations

Sensations for latter day saints

And more lies than blacks splattered, spray paint, faints

Ain’t live and direct

And kept his eye on the game like spy tech

Mic check

Villain get booted out your online school

Student got straight up A’s in divine rule

Quicker than a sleight of hand, like, damn

Telepathy and telekinesis, faster than Instagram

See what he said, laid his wood, get paid is at

From the States to your in-state flat

Ain’t that

Yo

Taking back my style, ey yo, get yours

I’ve been making beats before you wore drawers

Baby diaper having dudes do your chores

Giving more than what you had in store

Setting up a show and do no tours

My props get weight like them B boys

I don’t need your co-sign or rewards

Just need that check to cash to feed my boy

Da-da-da-dey, da-da-da-da-da-dey

Ain’t nothing else to say

Can I please collect my pay

Now we talkin

JJ on the beats when I’m spittin'

And hawkin' rhymin'

While I’m reclinin in the vocal booth

Image with the lies, only know how to speak the truth

Never compromise, keep it real

Never peek at you

Rolling through the jungle

Glowing eyes like a kinkajou

Ay my man Dr. Who Dat on the cool

Can I link with you?

Only if you really got G.O.D.

in your peripheral

Had a talk with Yasiin bout the world that we livin in

Beginning to the ending, yo

I keeps it Viberian Viberian experience

Until my deliverance can’t cut me those step

Man I hide out in the Caribbean

I’m like the ghetto Gilligan

In Planet of the Apes

With nothing but a radio, a mic and a cassette, straight

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