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Hey Pap, it’s comical"

Critics I'mma blast you while using knowledge and speed

Micro Machine

Some of you ain’t doin nothing, you a sucka’ i be shootin'

Bucking at ya' crew and now I rule you-you-you-you

I’m renovatin' and I made it right so everything I say is articulating

‘till the tinger hits a funeral

Regulating rolling never speculating

Time to get the motherfucking glory, all the imitators imitating

Generating and I know the fakers are forever faking

Wanna see an artist take my headoff, they be hella' hating

‘Cause I know the way to get'em all creating

Put a nickel plate and use it, you just hesitate to use it

"Oh, he ain’t the real king"

That’s what they say when they be stuck in that illusion

Kick rocks, ya’ album flip flop

Yo trash wasn’t selling you a true bitch

Crip Glocks, cock back quick shots

They be drops that you never could improve in

"I don’t know how to make bars like that, that boy just hurts the booth"

Lemme know when you got the urge to move

Wills put you in a herse when they squirt through the roof

Thristy, i’m an immerker, you twerking dudes

Prove that if you could fathom right from wrong, you could master life’s purpose to all

You dummies, real funny, but look at the path I laid

You still from me, pulling my wealth. You still bore me

Don’t lie to yourself with them hateful rules

Elevate your mind fool ‘cause I

Still study, I’m gully. Ill when I spit my tongue

I just spit in your face and say "fuck you"

Punk, you hating and i’m so fucking real

I’m launching a log, you blaming the industry, kill that noise

Bush ruined the country. But straight ahead’s something that's

Getting ugly for money. Soldiers fight with rebels and

Here’s what is becoming

Catastrophe obliviates our living space, and it’s a state of elimination

Full of hate from the paths to disgrace. Our generation of kids

Pathetic. Say it’s liberation, but they plan is to kill a nation

But fuck it, you afraid of the gimicks? Blaze at the fake then