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๐ Lyrics
"I don't practice what I preach, cause I'm
Not the kind of man that I'm preaching to"
"Is there a typical sub-genius?"
"Is there a typical sub-genius?"
I'm living hand to mouth, that's rack to rack
I'm from the era of the happy slap
And gun fingers like Cactus Jack
Don't hit the player, just pass the pack
That boy shady like Aftermath
I'm swept, rope chain with a Kangol cap
Loops in my trainers like a sample track
I'm smoking up inside Tatchers gaff
With that Cali import, but I've never been America
White gold pitchfork, Red Devil in the stereo
I swing an axe with force right in your
Crib door like manna tried belling ya
And telling ya the colt's in the area
I hope you bloodsuckers get malaria
Rappers you are my children, I son you
I don't think I'm above you, I know I'm above you
But I still love you
If love means dislike as we slap at the wack
Rapper with a flick knife in a fist fight
He didn't wage it, I instigated
Captured the moment and picture framed it
You like my style, but it's not reciprocated child
I didn't make it rain on your chick, I precipitated
I'm on that Persian rugged shit, bust your lip, fuck your clique
You must quit, the Solar has had enough of this
You and your clique sniff double dip
My crew don't let the rubber shrink
I twat the critic
All I wanna hear when I tell you I'm the man is "innit"
I'm the illest, no reason to be so analytic
Being the best, that's my gimmick
Breaking down your glass jaw back of
The sand and building castles with it
I've got the colt by my side but I can do this by myself
Like Gambit with the cards I've dealt
I wet the draw, all my crocs in hell
Every pussy that invades our realm
We kept from the brick penny pal
To that new colt shit for your girl
Killing youts as well
Flussies wanna ring my line but
Flussies need to check their mouth
They all saying "Weg'll change your life
Don't wanna see you in no dirt or cell"
Cause I'll be moving with that devio demeanour
But not sure yet if I wanna go hell
Still I know it's couple cracks in my anal
And they telling me it's where I'm gon' dwell
Brudda guess it is what it is
But I'm taking you man there as well
Ahhh, yeah, we the new No Limit
Heart black as Obie Trice, no gimmicks
My bag got a two hole limit
And right now it's got two holes in it
Two phones ringing
Blade here, kitty kitty with the nitties
In the corner with the killies, don't be silly kidda
You go missing with a wiggle on my trigger finger
Give them an extra clip so they can get the bigger picture
Crack in the hallways
Roaches in the ashtray and in the cornflakes
Ben Sherman for my court case
Off of selling gourmet
And yeah the powder like sorbet
Would've gone A if cooking was the forte
"You're probably gonna screw this recipe up the first time"
"Pussies"
"At our labs, we use only the finest homemade ingredients"
"Only the finest homemade ingredients"
Not the kind of man that I'm preaching to"
"Is there a typical sub-genius?"
"Is there a typical sub-genius?"
I'm living hand to mouth, that's rack to rack
I'm from the era of the happy slap
And gun fingers like Cactus Jack
Don't hit the player, just pass the pack
That boy shady like Aftermath
I'm swept, rope chain with a Kangol cap
Loops in my trainers like a sample track
I'm smoking up inside Tatchers gaff
With that Cali import, but I've never been America
White gold pitchfork, Red Devil in the stereo
I swing an axe with force right in your
Crib door like manna tried belling ya
And telling ya the colt's in the area
I hope you bloodsuckers get malaria
Rappers you are my children, I son you
I don't think I'm above you, I know I'm above you
But I still love you
If love means dislike as we slap at the wack
Rapper with a flick knife in a fist fight
He didn't wage it, I instigated
Captured the moment and picture framed it
You like my style, but it's not reciprocated child
I didn't make it rain on your chick, I precipitated
I'm on that Persian rugged shit, bust your lip, fuck your clique
You must quit, the Solar has had enough of this
You and your clique sniff double dip
My crew don't let the rubber shrink
I twat the critic
All I wanna hear when I tell you I'm the man is "innit"
I'm the illest, no reason to be so analytic
Being the best, that's my gimmick
Breaking down your glass jaw back of
The sand and building castles with it
I've got the colt by my side but I can do this by myself
Like Gambit with the cards I've dealt
I wet the draw, all my crocs in hell
Every pussy that invades our realm
We kept from the brick penny pal
To that new colt shit for your girl
Killing youts as well
Flussies wanna ring my line but
Flussies need to check their mouth
They all saying "Weg'll change your life
Don't wanna see you in no dirt or cell"
Cause I'll be moving with that devio demeanour
But not sure yet if I wanna go hell
Still I know it's couple cracks in my anal
And they telling me it's where I'm gon' dwell
Brudda guess it is what it is
But I'm taking you man there as well
Ahhh, yeah, we the new No Limit
Heart black as Obie Trice, no gimmicks
My bag got a two hole limit
And right now it's got two holes in it
Two phones ringing
Blade here, kitty kitty with the nitties
In the corner with the killies, don't be silly kidda
You go missing with a wiggle on my trigger finger
Give them an extra clip so they can get the bigger picture
Crack in the hallways
Roaches in the ashtray and in the cornflakes
Ben Sherman for my court case
Off of selling gourmet
And yeah the powder like sorbet
Would've gone A if cooking was the forte
"You're probably gonna screw this recipe up the first time"
"Pussies"
"At our labs, we use only the finest homemade ingredients"
"Only the finest homemade ingredients"
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.06] "I don't practice what I preach, cause I'm
[00:02.48] Not the kind of man that I'm preaching to"
[00:05.86] "Is there a typical sub-genius?"
[00:19.86] "Is there a typical sub-genius?"
[00:24.61]
[00:28.63] I'm living hand to mouth, that's rack to rack
[00:31.74] I'm from the era of the happy slap
[00:34.70] And gun fingers like Cactus Jack
[00:37.58] Don't hit the player, just pass the pack
[00:40.54] That boy shady like Aftermath
[00:42.69] I'm swept, rope chain with a Kangol cap
[00:46.33] Loops in my trainers like a sample track
[00:49.38] I'm smoking up inside Tatchers gaff
[00:52.41] With that Cali import, but I've never been America
[00:58.36] White gold pitchfork, Red Devil in the stereo
[01:04.05] I swing an axe with force right in your
[01:06.36] Crib door like manna tried belling ya
[01:09.42] And telling ya the colt's in the area
[01:12.45] I hope you bloodsuckers get malaria
[01:14.53] Rappers you are my children, I son you
[01:17.12] I don't think I'm above you, I know I'm above you
[01:19.55] But I still love you
[01:21.10] If love means dislike as we slap at the wack
[01:23.80] Rapper with a flick knife in a fist fight
[01:26.81] He didn't wage it, I instigated
[01:29.02] Captured the moment and picture framed it
[01:31.23] You like my style, but it's not reciprocated child
[01:35.39] I didn't make it rain on your chick, I precipitated
[01:38.48] I'm on that Persian rugged shit, bust your lip, fuck your clique
[01:42.07] You must quit, the Solar has had enough of this
[01:45.05] You and your clique sniff double dip
[01:47.10] My crew don't let the rubber shrink
[01:49.23] I twat the critic
[01:50.34] All I wanna hear when I tell you I'm the man is "innit"
[01:53.26] I'm the illest, no reason to be so analytic
[01:56.29] Being the best, that's my gimmick
[01:57.98] Breaking down your glass jaw back of
[01:59.70] The sand and building castles with it
[02:01.89] I've got the colt by my side but I can do this by myself
[02:04.26] Like Gambit with the cards I've dealt
[02:06.94] I wet the draw, all my crocs in hell
[02:10.00] Every pussy that invades our realm
[02:13.49] We kept from the brick penny pal
[02:15.83] To that new colt shit for your girl
[02:18.00] Killing youts as well
[02:19.86] Flussies wanna ring my line but
[02:22.00] Flussies need to check their mouth
[02:24.27] They all saying "Weg'll change your life
[02:27.50] Don't wanna see you in no dirt or cell"
[02:31.04] Cause I'll be moving with that devio demeanour
[02:33.30] But not sure yet if I wanna go hell
[02:37.01] Still I know it's couple cracks in my anal
[02:39.29] And they telling me it's where I'm gon' dwell
[02:43.21] Brudda guess it is what it is
[02:45.02] But I'm taking you man there as well
[02:48.70] Ahhh, yeah, we the new No Limit
[02:51.63] Heart black as Obie Trice, no gimmicks
[02:55.15] My bag got a two hole limit
[02:57.70] And right now it's got two holes in it
[03:00.42] Two phones ringing
[03:01.92] Blade here, kitty kitty with the nitties
[03:04.15] In the corner with the killies, don't be silly kidda
[03:06.92] You go missing with a wiggle on my trigger finger
[03:09.76] Give them an extra clip so they can get the bigger picture
[03:13.40] Crack in the hallways
[03:15.19] Roaches in the ashtray and in the cornflakes
[03:18.85] Ben Sherman for my court case
[03:21.48] Off of selling gourmet
[03:24.49] And yeah the powder like sorbet
[03:26.55] Would've gone A if cooking was the forte
[03:29.74] "You're probably gonna screw this recipe up the first time"
[03:32.74] "Pussies"
[03:33.44] "At our labs, we use only the finest homemade ingredients"
[03:39.14] "Only the finest homemade ingredients"
[03:58.46]
[00:02.48] Not the kind of man that I'm preaching to"
[00:05.86] "Is there a typical sub-genius?"
[00:19.86] "Is there a typical sub-genius?"
[00:24.61]
[00:28.63] I'm living hand to mouth, that's rack to rack
[00:31.74] I'm from the era of the happy slap
[00:34.70] And gun fingers like Cactus Jack
[00:37.58] Don't hit the player, just pass the pack
[00:40.54] That boy shady like Aftermath
[00:42.69] I'm swept, rope chain with a Kangol cap
[00:46.33] Loops in my trainers like a sample track
[00:49.38] I'm smoking up inside Tatchers gaff
[00:52.41] With that Cali import, but I've never been America
[00:58.36] White gold pitchfork, Red Devil in the stereo
[01:04.05] I swing an axe with force right in your
[01:06.36] Crib door like manna tried belling ya
[01:09.42] And telling ya the colt's in the area
[01:12.45] I hope you bloodsuckers get malaria
[01:14.53] Rappers you are my children, I son you
[01:17.12] I don't think I'm above you, I know I'm above you
[01:19.55] But I still love you
[01:21.10] If love means dislike as we slap at the wack
[01:23.80] Rapper with a flick knife in a fist fight
[01:26.81] He didn't wage it, I instigated
[01:29.02] Captured the moment and picture framed it
[01:31.23] You like my style, but it's not reciprocated child
[01:35.39] I didn't make it rain on your chick, I precipitated
[01:38.48] I'm on that Persian rugged shit, bust your lip, fuck your clique
[01:42.07] You must quit, the Solar has had enough of this
[01:45.05] You and your clique sniff double dip
[01:47.10] My crew don't let the rubber shrink
[01:49.23] I twat the critic
[01:50.34] All I wanna hear when I tell you I'm the man is "innit"
[01:53.26] I'm the illest, no reason to be so analytic
[01:56.29] Being the best, that's my gimmick
[01:57.98] Breaking down your glass jaw back of
[01:59.70] The sand and building castles with it
[02:01.89] I've got the colt by my side but I can do this by myself
[02:04.26] Like Gambit with the cards I've dealt
[02:06.94] I wet the draw, all my crocs in hell
[02:10.00] Every pussy that invades our realm
[02:13.49] We kept from the brick penny pal
[02:15.83] To that new colt shit for your girl
[02:18.00] Killing youts as well
[02:19.86] Flussies wanna ring my line but
[02:22.00] Flussies need to check their mouth
[02:24.27] They all saying "Weg'll change your life
[02:27.50] Don't wanna see you in no dirt or cell"
[02:31.04] Cause I'll be moving with that devio demeanour
[02:33.30] But not sure yet if I wanna go hell
[02:37.01] Still I know it's couple cracks in my anal
[02:39.29] And they telling me it's where I'm gon' dwell
[02:43.21] Brudda guess it is what it is
[02:45.02] But I'm taking you man there as well
[02:48.70] Ahhh, yeah, we the new No Limit
[02:51.63] Heart black as Obie Trice, no gimmicks
[02:55.15] My bag got a two hole limit
[02:57.70] And right now it's got two holes in it
[03:00.42] Two phones ringing
[03:01.92] Blade here, kitty kitty with the nitties
[03:04.15] In the corner with the killies, don't be silly kidda
[03:06.92] You go missing with a wiggle on my trigger finger
[03:09.76] Give them an extra clip so they can get the bigger picture
[03:13.40] Crack in the hallways
[03:15.19] Roaches in the ashtray and in the cornflakes
[03:18.85] Ben Sherman for my court case
[03:21.48] Off of selling gourmet
[03:24.49] And yeah the powder like sorbet
[03:26.55] Would've gone A if cooking was the forte
[03:29.74] "You're probably gonna screw this recipe up the first time"
[03:32.74] "Pussies"
[03:33.44] "At our labs, we use only the finest homemade ingredients"
[03:39.14] "Only the finest homemade ingredients"
[03:58.46]