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straightening all my paths like am taking extra classes for extra chances better ask me about rappers twerking naked like they strippers to get a clipper fuck a flipper am a winner designed to be a kicker of asses a butcher of flesh I taste so fresh I give rest to the exhausted and j uphold em refresh re arm and recreate secret army of agents to get me the world I gave you my word a honest report off all my actions that ordered it's only proper that all my niggers prosper till I pop their bubble over they recognise I own em when I remind em how much they owe me hommie If you say j am king then think of that thing is freely give words rhyme flow a desperate style in line with the time living in hitting me is like scratching a itch on my back I couldn't reach if you get me teach the meek how to seek the sickest rhymes on illy beat raise my own sons in this thing of ours I parade like the first to attain honours coloured or of colour i see no race you ain't in my lane so why take my land said you'd be here to preach and give not get rich you got no clue how true I rule my crew you saw em grew many faces still new like the phases I pass then I puff and pass the blunt aiding these aging nigga's with ailments that deserve no comment I fell on their heads like a comet from comic they never saw me coming