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Yo, what are the reviews gonna say on this one?

We already knew he could rap?

What?

He overdoing it?

Like somehow it’s bad I mastered my craft

I don’t got shit to prove

I don’t need you to approve of it

It all started with «Party and Bullshit», then saw the flaming bush

Parted the seas the moon hardly been pulling, keep it pushing

Read a book or keep it shush

How the tide so tied to a rock in the sky?

Look

Could see it from Dubai all the way to Brooklyn

Sometimes it eclipse, shit, whatever to keep you looking

Don’t that make you blind?

I ain’t know, I ain’t slow, but I never was a pro when it came to science

I’m just bold 'cause I was exposed

Listened to what I was told from every single soul

Mix it all up in a pot, give it a different tone

Lot of college kids piss me off, talk like fricking clones

Of the next half-ass old professor (Uh)

But you can’t talk to someone that don’t know the lecture (Nah)

You ever talk to someone with no direction?

(Uh)

Ever talk to someone who ain’t go for letterman?

Sold anything they hold, slept at whoever’s home would let 'em in

While you wrote letters hoping that they let you in

You ever talk to them?

(Uh)

Graduated from a loud pack to some pounds, now he 'bout to get it in

For you, it was just cap and gowns, a little gin

From your father’s liquor cabinet he finally let you in

But you lacked, blacked out, left you assed out on the couch

What I’m 'bout to have to say, don’t get mad about

But, B, you ball like you got dragged out the house

I ball like, «We really talking 'bout practice now?»

You could laugh about it now

It’s been long since, still some nonsense way they took it out of context,

but what does it matter now?

On to the next stress in life I gotta solve, what’s that all about?

Uh, uh (What's that all about?)

But its all good, just some more shit I had to rap about

Too many men like 50

But they ain’t out to get me

Nah, they just try to get in with me

But I got enough friends

To be polite pretend

But the act could only last for like ten

Throw the mics out the lens

Do it raw, hardcore, the shit you can’t type, gotta write with a pen

Some real shit like you writing kites to the pen'

Just finished my last shit, don’t want me writing again

I passed it down, I’m past it now

I’m twenty-seven and respected, I don’t have to bow

I don’t have to laugh and smile, I’m established now

How?

Ask the crowd, you don’t see 'em chanting out?

He an actor now, but rap like he work at Santa’s house

All I actually have to have is chow, a half a pound of loud

And a honey that will hold me down after mouth

I’m talking me to her and her to me

Only if you worthy, B

A little top swap

I’ll give you what you deserve, but only if you make it work for me

Let’s see what you got, ma, don’t care how the curtains be

I don’t judge, I fall in love with every girl I see

Every one’s a pearl to me, they all mean the world to me

But they either curving me or acting like a bird to me

Brand new, acting like they ain’t heard of me

Few that do be cute and try and flirt with me

Flirt back for the courtesy, but what’s concerning me

Is they the ones always trying to get my sperm from me (Shit)

Then it occurred to me, I’ma give the Earth my seed

Splurging, have a whole world of mes

Cursing, running 'round like circus freaks

But all of 'em half God like Hercules

Slack off, burden me

But they’ll all have bars, what else will they learn from me?

No matter what, some mutts cast off, ain’t a worthy breed

All of 'em will certainly surpass me with certainty

After everything I did, it’s their turn to speak

Remained an old soul like turtles be

Stayed underground like gerbils be

The label burned 'em like a third degree

Churned 'em like butter in the bakery

I urged 'em when they muttered to say they piece

Whole thing, A to Z

Uh (The whole thing)

Take it from moi, then I murdered 'em with everything that came to me

Too many men like 50

But they ain’t out to get me

Nah, they just try to get in with me

But I got enough friends

To be polite pretend

But the act could only last for like ten

Throw the mics out the lens

Do it raw, hardcore, the shit you can’t type, gotta write with a pen

Some real shit like you writing kites to the pen'

Just finished my last shit, don’t want me writing again (Too many men)

But they ain’t out to get me

Nah, they just try to get in with me

But I got enough friends

To be polite pretend

But the act could only last for like ten

Throw the mics out the lens

Do it raw, hardcore, the shit you can’t type, gotta write with a pen

Some real shit like you writing kites to the pen'

Just finished my last shit, don’t want me writing again

Just finished my last shit, you don’t want me writing again

Life is mixed up, that’s why you can’t never let a baby speak

I separate one and two like 96 and Chamber Street

That’s the 1 Line

And you dumbfound, dumb find

Off of one line and one rhyme

Got a mix of spic and mick in my bloodline

Love music, can’t beat it like drumline

Hate school 'cause it keeps me so confined

So when I get out, always know it’s one time

Peace out, motherfucker, let the funk shine