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Umm I think imma let them know on this one South wassup Word Its brainaholic and you know it I'm tired of all these phony rappers I should phone a rapper Like y'all debating and you claim you stars but never constellate Last week I told hip-hop to save your lives but she said not today Purple faced, really fake and the real ones is said to be archaic People started hating us They just don't believe in us I lost all my fans and I felt like I ain't putting in enough but they be gullible Rest in peace Hip-hop's funeral We tempted to use auto tune just So they be feeling us They don't trust us, they detest us When we making fire music, they don't compliment us All my efforts, feel like star dust and like poof poof tu tu When you wake up all these people tryna snooze you But I been woke, I got fructose in my juice though Yo I flow to the moon This flow be my cruise though, lost like I'm Crusoe When I leave the booth I don't know where I'm gon go I ain't proving nothing to the youth cos the want paper Everybody wanna be a rapper like a foil paper Yo! Do your homework I'm outstanding you is on your knees All they be thinking about is making the money How about you take all these money Make a budget, put in your pocket Matter of fact make a deposit I'm begging stop being bogus I'm vexed i be taking over The boy is a supernova Word! Its the wild its the wild its the wild ghost Hip-hop is the demon and my cyphers are his wild host Stand guard I will never leave my rap post Borderlines I'm Mexico I eat the beat like tacos I spit ghost flows they said hip-hop is dead I'm Mohammed with the punches all of y'all be needing med Punchlines wey you no fit bear, even if your name na ted I'm the one that is to come in the saying that they said Oh I am the god with the words that they said I be the god they be talking about in the words that they say I am the boy with the flaws that they name I be the boy they be talking about when they mention my name Clear road clear road cos the boy be coming through Mr. right or Mr. wrong its all depending on your book I I could be the hero or the villain it all depends on you (I could be the hero or the villain it all depends on you) Now I'm taking it back and then rapping it back Push over the bad now they think that I'm mad Now they calling me crazy They thinking that maybe I go for the kill And they believe in the fable Topping up the top part of my art I'm the epitome and I am the rabbi Prepping talks when they napping it back Mhen its food for thought when I'm rapping this bars I be the gist and the talk of the day No be today all the gossips don tey But the feelings wey dey bad don pass I'm chilling with bars on bars Flap it back and slap crap out your sap Rest iraq on your yap Mtcheeeeeww