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- Don't you wanna grow up to be just like me?
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- I stand on, shoulders of giants like Sandburg
- Jack Sanborn, broad pads I don't mean tampons
- No chance of, rappers circling me in a hand off
- Like snatchers I get in pockets, Odunze in the backdoor
- Spinnin' blocks it's, vicious cycles to Lupe Fiasco/loop a fiasco.
- Sockets shockin', mimickin' Durk trippin' on cam cords
- Irises Hopsin, contacts on red, you seen a damn ghost
- I Cliff Beat a rapper, out his J's, traversin' to pass notes
- My paper trails hit the right notation scale like Terry Kath
- Bitch I said..
- No strings attached, how you gonna try and whip a Mack?
- The hell's a stock exchange, I ain't ever pistol whipped a Mac
- I don't do stigma acts like give out flowers, I give out claps (wait what?)
- Not a triple, I've loaded pistils that resemble whipped up Mac
- And I'm cheesin', deceivin', 'cause like thievin' I do withdrawal hacks. (Pull out fellas)
- I'mma quit with that, I promise cutie, back to being resigned as sure
- A stoicism Chad with a responsibility, but is any role model pure?
- Wish to snack Karmen Karma's booty, such fine model lure
- Then I'd tap, into the Dharma's beauty, protect my prana's source
- See in a surprising turn, I go lowbrow to highbrow —like I'm tryna flirt
- Don't you wanna grow up to be just like me?
- Dual traits, of Man, no 2 face, nor mask, human race, division's have
- You seeing double, repeated trouble, you don't get the philomath (no problem)
- I don't feel ya math, my digits grab time crunches with a minute hand
- So diss me back, I'm givin' rappers quick turnarounds like hypervigi lance
- Might fuck with you for no reason, unknown like an idiopath'
- Stare daggers into you I'm really cutthroat in just my vision's wrath
- Turned a blind eye to convention, no optician, shout Patricia Bath
- War hungry to kick Anath, known primarily for kickin' ass
- Death stare, an occultist of Osiris asked me if a spy mourns
- I said, go see the Oculist 'cause that iris needs a life source
- Looked dead in the eye, aura the opposite of a bright orange
- Engulfed in darkness like glaucoma, got specs for the sight worn
- I point out blind spots in what seem to be an eyesore
- An Ivory Tower built on stories, an eviction notice hittin' y'all doors
- Don't you wanna grow up to be just like me?
- I know how I been musclin', gotta show out for the youngins
- 'Tween holdin' down the others and growin' our own functions
- Learn thwartin' doubt in come ups, but don't get down on tumblings
- Might roll around in blunders but if you own it then it's nothin'
- I oppose the styles of scrubs and I still parallel the vulnerbs'
- Yea I'm like that, write sad, rhymes mad entertaining though
- Speak softly with a big stick to fight back if you angling those
- Rick is Slick in this eyepatch I got from exchanging blows
- I don't get in beefs, know what not to feed unnecessary attention to
- Now I have beef with CSL for the better pen, that I consented to
- In Eyes Wilding, I just front handedly complimented you
- Open fist spit in the palm, it's not that I don't like you
- Just think your writtens are flawed, been here longer than me too
- Never seen your name on lists I've topped over the decade, oof
- There's no malice in fact, let's get this place's battles revamped
- All for the love of the sport, gloves on the floor, who's down for a match?
- Don't you wanna grow up to be better than me?
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