Motown
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Yeah, I end careers, years, pierce ears, fears with spears
They say I'm gifted, get lifted like the beers in Cheers
Catch a thunderbolt, pockets stay lumped from hundred notes
Stunning quotes make you run your coat while the sun's afloat
Prehaps, my skill is real as G Rap's
And feel as ill as concealing drills in the kneecaps
Your funny style get three snaps in the circle
When off the purple and greens, I'm higher than the jeans on Urkel
Then I murk you, bust TECs, the lead sparking
Now who be my next head target?
I lift up, roll out like the red carpet
Say my name three times in the mirror, and if I hear ya
I'll peer clearer, extend both arms and pull you nearer
Pound for pound, I'm pretty live on the mic
And keep it flooded like Mike on Motown 25
Put your soul on ice and sold it for a whole known price
I'm nice, keep a knot swole on dice
Grin is sarcastic, the way my pen'll spar
Acid on the bar, whether in the crib or the car, blast it
Son is a, prob' rob funds from your publisher
While his dogs put the guns to ya like the Punisher
Or the Terminator, flow is harder than a German major
Midterm in paper, the kid burns the saber
Striking cats, how you want it, gats, spike, or bats?
I know you liking that, I stay sharper than Viking hats
Exhale, blowed mist, serve you with the cold dish
Niggas vomiting, bowels moving, they can't hold piss
El and Royce, double team, hotter than a cup of steam
Club your spleen and bury you just as deep as a submarine
Flawless, should be that very reason you applaud us
You saw us laying down and launched us, it's raw, it's crawfish
You met your death and although I took away your breath and I ran
I still left with a grand like Theft Auto
Yeah, yeah
You little niggas can't touch me, baby
Okay, maybe Jay-Z, or maybe not
Pardon if I sound lazy, I been puffing crazy
Writing puff shit, so motherfucker, fuck you, pay me
Or lay down in your feces, my gun talk, I'm speechless
My pen's that teller, I bends that fella, now peep this
I eat you, then wash you down with who you eat with
Me and Elzhi, yeah, we split
He's sick, I'm sick, I'm sick of how sick he is
He's sick of how sick me is
Me, baby, me, sickest in the D since the Shady LP
I could fuck, that's what ladies tell me
'83, I was fucking, I was six
Head in my mama's daycare, yeah, that was nothing, I'm the shit
Back into my rhyme again, niggas call me arrogant
That's because I'm confident, I found it when I found a pen
Three deals later, three meals later, tryna win
About to be signed again, that's right, I'm 'bout to clown again
Knock-knock, who is that? It's the cat that'll snap
Throw cheese in the trap, on your homie, you a rat
Hahaha, I'm back, matter of fact, I never left
Those who say they ain't expect it can't accept it
Haters left this boy no choice but to blow
Fuck another ho from on another pole, fuck a show
Fuck a flow, I'm about getting money fast
While you rapping, so perhaps you hustling sucker slow
Ice glow, sticky green, Bush on sticky team
Capone, look powerful, white boy Ricky Cream
Get him straight, if he lean, fifty fiends in a line
Nickel nine, been around niggas you would kneel around
From Milan to Iran, I'm a don, now when I'm around
Niggas calming down, eating like it's Ramadan
They say I'm gifted, get lifted like the beers in Cheers
Catch a thunderbolt, pockets stay lumped from hundred notes
Stunning quotes make you run your coat while the sun's afloat
Prehaps, my skill is real as G Rap's
And feel as ill as concealing drills in the kneecaps
Your funny style get three snaps in the circle
When off the purple and greens, I'm higher than the jeans on Urkel
Then I murk you, bust TECs, the lead sparking
Now who be my next head target?
I lift up, roll out like the red carpet
Say my name three times in the mirror, and if I hear ya
I'll peer clearer, extend both arms and pull you nearer
Pound for pound, I'm pretty live on the mic
And keep it flooded like Mike on Motown 25
Put your soul on ice and sold it for a whole known price
I'm nice, keep a knot swole on dice
Grin is sarcastic, the way my pen'll spar
Acid on the bar, whether in the crib or the car, blast it
Son is a, prob' rob funds from your publisher
While his dogs put the guns to ya like the Punisher
Or the Terminator, flow is harder than a German major
Midterm in paper, the kid burns the saber
Striking cats, how you want it, gats, spike, or bats?
I know you liking that, I stay sharper than Viking hats
Exhale, blowed mist, serve you with the cold dish
Niggas vomiting, bowels moving, they can't hold piss
El and Royce, double team, hotter than a cup of steam
Club your spleen and bury you just as deep as a submarine
Flawless, should be that very reason you applaud us
You saw us laying down and launched us, it's raw, it's crawfish
You met your death and although I took away your breath and I ran
I still left with a grand like Theft Auto
Yeah, yeah
You little niggas can't touch me, baby
Okay, maybe Jay-Z, or maybe not
Pardon if I sound lazy, I been puffing crazy
Writing puff shit, so motherfucker, fuck you, pay me
Or lay down in your feces, my gun talk, I'm speechless
My pen's that teller, I bends that fella, now peep this
I eat you, then wash you down with who you eat with
Me and Elzhi, yeah, we split
He's sick, I'm sick, I'm sick of how sick he is
He's sick of how sick me is
Me, baby, me, sickest in the D since the Shady LP
I could fuck, that's what ladies tell me
'83, I was fucking, I was six
Head in my mama's daycare, yeah, that was nothing, I'm the shit
Back into my rhyme again, niggas call me arrogant
That's because I'm confident, I found it when I found a pen
Three deals later, three meals later, tryna win
About to be signed again, that's right, I'm 'bout to clown again
Knock-knock, who is that? It's the cat that'll snap
Throw cheese in the trap, on your homie, you a rat
Hahaha, I'm back, matter of fact, I never left
Those who say they ain't expect it can't accept it
Haters left this boy no choice but to blow
Fuck another ho from on another pole, fuck a show
Fuck a flow, I'm about getting money fast
While you rapping, so perhaps you hustling sucker slow
Ice glow, sticky green, Bush on sticky team
Capone, look powerful, white boy Ricky Cream
Get him straight, if he lean, fifty fiends in a line
Nickel nine, been around niggas you would kneel around
From Milan to Iran, I'm a don, now when I'm around
Niggas calming down, eating like it's Ramadan
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:28.99] Yeah, I end careers, years, pierce ears, fears with spears
[00:32.16] They say I'm gifted, get lifted like the beers in Cheers
[00:34.96] Catch a thunderbolt, pockets stay lumped from hundred notes
[00:37.54] Stunning quotes make you run your coat while the sun's afloat
[00:40.21] Prehaps, my skill is real as G Rap's
[00:42.17] And feel as ill as concealing drills in the kneecaps
[00:44.71] Your funny style get three snaps in the circle
[00:47.12] When off the purple and greens, I'm higher than the jeans on Urkel
[00:50.24] Then I murk you, bust TECs, the lead sparking
[00:52.24] Now who be my next head target?
[00:53.91] I lift up, roll out like the red carpet
[00:56.25] Say my name three times in the mirror, and if I hear ya
[00:59.08] I'll peer clearer, extend both arms and pull you nearer
[01:01.53] Pound for pound, I'm pretty live on the mic
[01:03.76] And keep it flooded like Mike on Motown 25
[01:07.25] Put your soul on ice and sold it for a whole known price
[01:10.09] I'm nice, keep a knot swole on dice
[01:12.12] Grin is sarcastic, the way my pen'll spar
[01:14.56] Acid on the bar, whether in the crib or the car, blast it
[01:17.87] Son is a, prob' rob funds from your publisher
[01:20.55] While his dogs put the guns to ya like the Punisher
[01:23.06] Or the Terminator, flow is harder than a German major
[01:25.80] Midterm in paper, the kid burns the saber
[01:28.27] Striking cats, how you want it, gats, spike, or bats?
[01:30.83] I know you liking that, I stay sharper than Viking hats
[01:33.70] Exhale, blowed mist, serve you with the cold dish
[01:36.57] Niggas vomiting, bowels moving, they can't hold piss
[01:39.15] El and Royce, double team, hotter than a cup of steam
[01:41.72] Club your spleen and bury you just as deep as a submarine
[01:44.40] Flawless, should be that very reason you applaud us
[01:46.95] You saw us laying down and launched us, it's raw, it's crawfish
[01:49.61] You met your death and although I took away your breath and I ran
[01:52.77] I still left with a grand like Theft Auto
[01:56.97]
[02:14.71] Yeah, yeah
[02:15.97] You little niggas can't touch me, baby
[02:18.28] Okay, maybe Jay-Z, or maybe not
[02:21.09] Pardon if I sound lazy, I been puffing crazy
[02:24.07] Writing puff shit, so motherfucker, fuck you, pay me
[02:26.70] Or lay down in your feces, my gun talk, I'm speechless
[02:30.03] My pen's that teller, I bends that fella, now peep this
[02:33.01] I eat you, then wash you down with who you eat with
[02:35.71] Me and Elzhi, yeah, we split
[02:37.68] He's sick, I'm sick, I'm sick of how sick he is
[02:41.00] He's sick of how sick me is
[02:43.05] Me, baby, me, sickest in the D since the Shady LP
[02:46.35] I could fuck, that's what ladies tell me
[02:48.25] '83, I was fucking, I was six
[02:50.35] Head in my mama's daycare, yeah, that was nothing, I'm the shit
[02:53.68] Back into my rhyme again, niggas call me arrogant
[02:56.22] That's because I'm confident, I found it when I found a pen
[02:58.92] Three deals later, three meals later, tryna win
[03:01.63] About to be signed again, that's right, I'm 'bout to clown again
[03:04.38] Knock-knock, who is that? It's the cat that'll snap
[03:06.93] Throw cheese in the trap, on your homie, you a rat
[03:09.60] Hahaha, I'm back, matter of fact, I never left
[03:12.22] Those who say they ain't expect it can't accept it
[03:14.93] Haters left this boy no choice but to blow
[03:17.68] Fuck another ho from on another pole, fuck a show
[03:20.27] Fuck a flow, I'm about getting money fast
[03:22.55] While you rapping, so perhaps you hustling sucker slow
[03:25.59] Ice glow, sticky green, Bush on sticky team
[03:28.23] Capone, look powerful, white boy Ricky Cream
[03:30.87] Get him straight, if he lean, fifty fiends in a line
[03:33.56] Nickel nine, been around niggas you would kneel around
[03:36.25] From Milan to Iran, I'm a don, now when I'm around
[03:39.23] Niggas calming down, eating like it's Ramadan
[03:54.87]
[00:32.16] They say I'm gifted, get lifted like the beers in Cheers
[00:34.96] Catch a thunderbolt, pockets stay lumped from hundred notes
[00:37.54] Stunning quotes make you run your coat while the sun's afloat
[00:40.21] Prehaps, my skill is real as G Rap's
[00:42.17] And feel as ill as concealing drills in the kneecaps
[00:44.71] Your funny style get three snaps in the circle
[00:47.12] When off the purple and greens, I'm higher than the jeans on Urkel
[00:50.24] Then I murk you, bust TECs, the lead sparking
[00:52.24] Now who be my next head target?
[00:53.91] I lift up, roll out like the red carpet
[00:56.25] Say my name three times in the mirror, and if I hear ya
[00:59.08] I'll peer clearer, extend both arms and pull you nearer
[01:01.53] Pound for pound, I'm pretty live on the mic
[01:03.76] And keep it flooded like Mike on Motown 25
[01:07.25] Put your soul on ice and sold it for a whole known price
[01:10.09] I'm nice, keep a knot swole on dice
[01:12.12] Grin is sarcastic, the way my pen'll spar
[01:14.56] Acid on the bar, whether in the crib or the car, blast it
[01:17.87] Son is a, prob' rob funds from your publisher
[01:20.55] While his dogs put the guns to ya like the Punisher
[01:23.06] Or the Terminator, flow is harder than a German major
[01:25.80] Midterm in paper, the kid burns the saber
[01:28.27] Striking cats, how you want it, gats, spike, or bats?
[01:30.83] I know you liking that, I stay sharper than Viking hats
[01:33.70] Exhale, blowed mist, serve you with the cold dish
[01:36.57] Niggas vomiting, bowels moving, they can't hold piss
[01:39.15] El and Royce, double team, hotter than a cup of steam
[01:41.72] Club your spleen and bury you just as deep as a submarine
[01:44.40] Flawless, should be that very reason you applaud us
[01:46.95] You saw us laying down and launched us, it's raw, it's crawfish
[01:49.61] You met your death and although I took away your breath and I ran
[01:52.77] I still left with a grand like Theft Auto
[01:56.97]
[02:14.71] Yeah, yeah
[02:15.97] You little niggas can't touch me, baby
[02:18.28] Okay, maybe Jay-Z, or maybe not
[02:21.09] Pardon if I sound lazy, I been puffing crazy
[02:24.07] Writing puff shit, so motherfucker, fuck you, pay me
[02:26.70] Or lay down in your feces, my gun talk, I'm speechless
[02:30.03] My pen's that teller, I bends that fella, now peep this
[02:33.01] I eat you, then wash you down with who you eat with
[02:35.71] Me and Elzhi, yeah, we split
[02:37.68] He's sick, I'm sick, I'm sick of how sick he is
[02:41.00] He's sick of how sick me is
[02:43.05] Me, baby, me, sickest in the D since the Shady LP
[02:46.35] I could fuck, that's what ladies tell me
[02:48.25] '83, I was fucking, I was six
[02:50.35] Head in my mama's daycare, yeah, that was nothing, I'm the shit
[02:53.68] Back into my rhyme again, niggas call me arrogant
[02:56.22] That's because I'm confident, I found it when I found a pen
[02:58.92] Three deals later, three meals later, tryna win
[03:01.63] About to be signed again, that's right, I'm 'bout to clown again
[03:04.38] Knock-knock, who is that? It's the cat that'll snap
[03:06.93] Throw cheese in the trap, on your homie, you a rat
[03:09.60] Hahaha, I'm back, matter of fact, I never left
[03:12.22] Those who say they ain't expect it can't accept it
[03:14.93] Haters left this boy no choice but to blow
[03:17.68] Fuck another ho from on another pole, fuck a show
[03:20.27] Fuck a flow, I'm about getting money fast
[03:22.55] While you rapping, so perhaps you hustling sucker slow
[03:25.59] Ice glow, sticky green, Bush on sticky team
[03:28.23] Capone, look powerful, white boy Ricky Cream
[03:30.87] Get him straight, if he lean, fifty fiends in a line
[03:33.56] Nickel nine, been around niggas you would kneel around
[03:36.25] From Milan to Iran, I'm a don, now when I'm around
[03:39.23] Niggas calming down, eating like it's Ramadan
[03:54.87]