BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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- The muthaphukkin teacher said that she goin call ma moms
- But with my verbal ryhmes, and past of almost doin time, I dont give a shit if its your ass or mine
- Went home, momma heard the news and confronted me
- Me and my excuses, I started saying "comon mom she fraudin me"
- I smooth talked her daughter, shout out to her
- I jacked her pen like Mahalia, Im tryna tell ya, she set me up as a failure
- How dare ya? Said I got a F, but Imma be in your daughters pussy till she go deaf!
- Im going take out everything thats left! Fuck Ritacco, Imma K.you.out like Paqiuo
- Rock you out like Rocky, Yo, Adrian, I did it! I lit up a fire that cant be extinguished
- My swag, flow and ryhmes, aint fucking hard to distinguish from the rest
- Your about to hear true rap from the best, I tried to mimick Kendrick, and Redick's gimick
- But to me its hard to process like Lynx, but Im tryna be Dell for the game so fuck these cynics
- Im hot like Im in Pheonix but in my hottest days Im hot like Im in Libya
- Believe me ya faggots, its tragic like Goran Dragic logic in ball, when he crosses, and breaks ankles like Justin Moss's
- Pain combines with all the teams losses, I lost it, when her attitude showed, with no gratitude
- Of my tries, with no lies, respected the rules, tryna stay awake so my English aint fake
- I try to focus with the naked eye, but gets heavy like staring at a baked pie
- She aint sayin shit to the shy ones, the fly ones shoes, im tryna pry one
- And use it for my own use, cuz my pockets loose, aint no change or wads of bills
- And when I loose my cool Im like in CoD with kills
- The battlefield filled with ecstasy pills, giving the oposing team chills, no kills
- Kills for us, mills infront of us, climbing it to the top, to be the king of hip hop
- I want to be inducted into the Rock N Roll Hall of Fame
- But I gotta be tamed because my ryhmes aint sane
- I might sound like a crackhead after 10 lines of cocaine
- And on the field filled with mines that leave you in pain
- Im here for fame and cash, Ill take my shot for a chance, call me Steve Nash
- Tryna win before the other suckas tryna climb the ladder bash their fucking dash on my body
- Call me Papi, Mami, lets make a senorita and an el cabellero
- Spinning records like a propeller, cut the lettuce (spanish accent )
- Im a menace, unstoppable, capable of hip hop skills
- And trills for the hood and chills for the crooks
- Lyrical skills, thank you English class, fuck you teacher
- If I had a chance to, nigga I wud beat her
- I wanna feature the best, Em, K Dot, Meek Mill
- The Game aint the best, just filling the game up with more pests
- Frustration, meditation doesnt help, it like an English test
- Niggas on the corner with bricks are messed
- Drug deals, ghetto live, retro knives and styles
- Good luck, be right back, while counting these piles of bread
- A price on your head, I got street cred, but no one wants me dead
- Im religious like Ned Flanders, my mans man handles, lights up candles for an execution
- All them hoes on the corner like loners, prostitutions
- Think about your family bitch, dont randomly ditch people who helped clean your stinch
- Although the pinches and the smacks smack you down on your back
- Smackin the black outta you and black shit out your ass crack
- Black cheek turnin red, and we all get fed up, but then again, they fed us up
- And lifted us up, when we could've been slouching with no couch, I could vouch my parents tried their hardest
- And through out all the years and tear shredded my heart is still here
- No fear for no one except God O' Mighty
- My beleif is strictly and tightly between me and Him
- When it comes to hip hop call me KingPin
- Cuz I could pin the King, and ring the alarm
- Let the animals loose out the farm, and mack the hoes like a rewind of Senior prom
- Me and my homies dot com, well connected, if i get the fame, the aint never gonna be neglected
- They been here with me since day one, texting, asking how well my bars are
- And Im going hype as Tarazan, or a Taliban with his Caravan
- Who grew more hair than an Orangutang that just killed a dang enemy
- Killin enemies with venom, my spit is murder with tendency.....
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