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Enigmatic Nigga
- So I assess the situation manifesting inspiration/
- Stack up a couple rhymes while remaining complacent/
- You can’t fathom what you’re facing/ I spit some devastation/
- then just leave you at the station feeling dumb/ I ain’t done/
- Where’s the fun gone from making rhymes that moves a party?/
- Where’s the fun gone from saying lines confusing everybody?/
- Now you gentlemen have paralysed yourselves from progressing/
- Spitting the same fucking stories ‘bout your struggles it’s preventing/
- you from/ tryna better yourself from your antiquity/
- My aim in life is trying to find some longevity/
- Don’t give a shit about the gold chains and being wealthy/
- This enigmatic nigga has some plans for independency/ (see)
- Then we’ll see who’ll really get the last laugh/
- I’ll be chilling in the back smoking L’s/ Relaxing/
- As I know to be this dope I have no need to go and boast/
- Do you suppose that I can flow?/ I’m like a mystery untold/
- So I’mma show you my styles/ My lyrical prowess/
- Sounds that make you wonder if my mind is just out of this/
- world repeating cycles round this brain/ rhymes are packed/
- So get back I’m fully loaded calculating my attack/
- I’m blowing up this cypher like a vintage boom box/
- Who’s got something to say?/ You got no reason to hot box/
- It’s as clear as the sky you ain’t near my kinda rhymes/
- Spit some spicy shit my jaw twitches like I’m high/
- Off of crack/ Matter of fact, I only smoke that dank shit/
- Pass me half a fag and violá!/ I can wrap myself a spliff/
- The minute that you think that I’mma busta without rhymes/
- I’ll be chasing you outside just to pimp smack you upside/
- your head/ and when I’m finished I’ll be on my merry ways/
- I never gave two shits about opinions anyways/
- I practice everyday while you’re just wanking aim and spray/
- it on your bedsheets/ I think I’m fine, m’kay?/
- Mind broke the chains holding back this mental slave/
- Emancipation of a British nigga cotton picking basic/ (base ics)
- This verse I wrote right here is whipping motherfucker’s asses/
- Wanna learn how to rhyme?/ You better learn how to add/
- It’s Mathematics ;)
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