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Introducing, Mr. Polish

He fucks with fluent, Lyrics scholars

Check my blueprint, It's filled with pasta

Fat flows inducing, Strokes of genius proper

,So-So Sophisticated

Cold as Soho, In the winter baby

Mind pool, Could be used in the Olympics races

Retracing steps, To put you through your paces

S word skills Still, leave the booth penetrated

Do it again, if you renovated

If the earth shaking, Blame me for another Haiti

Not a Haitian, Tanning salons still hate me

Not for the color, of my skin

Cause when I begin, I'm sunning Niggas crazy

A toddler make you holla

FUCK a penny for theses thoughts, Imma need a silver dollar

Or one made of platinum

Long arm headed to the basket, When I'm rapping

Precious on a tree branch, How I'm snapping

Quick as usain, With the PD after him

That's pretty fast Fasten yourself, I think he stole a jag

Screw a stoplight camera, He's gone in flash

It's my party, I can party if I want to

Party till I turn into a vegetable, Lunch box full of junk food

Only one chilling still feeling, So uncomfortable

Or everybody in the room is

I need to grow up, And get into the Mario shroom biz

Imma add Charlie sheen tax, I'm paying for my hubris

Just playing with a few hits

New kid in class, Out classed Your mouth

You mad bro, I clowned you then I'm out

No doubt, Gwen staffani would be down

With burning the white house, And handing me a crown

But I like the executive

Branched out to different sound, Spruced up a set of lists

Bring together all the separatists, In the of house representers

Foul with liquor, Cross a party line for the heck of it

Imma Polk, Egged headed with no yolk

No joke, Mind tangled in yo yo's

Yo yo yo yo, Where my snares at

Turn my head phones up, Yeah blare that

I need to listen, Prescription for some bigger ears

Dumbo dumb hoes, Should be staying clear

I won't front, Game plan ain't to play the rear

Careful, reality is not What it appears

But I'm still showing out

Snots just not, What were blowing out

Diss this pissed kids, Talking with the sass

bitch I'm the shit, So you can blow it your ass

Jumping offense, Mental Mexican

Imma get to lynching, No Africans

Feeling sicker than wigger,Talking black again

Eyes chinky, My persuasion is just words with friends

Word to them, Equal opportunity to brutally

Pursue a beat, With two of theses

Brothers of Fingers, Either Malcolm or a couple twins

Never know which

I guess it all depends, On which emotions win