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what we talking bout wordplay word of mouth a wordsmith with nothing to worry bout, get outta my house, studio time is when i do damage is what fount, no doubt, my kinda rhymes flamboyant. strippers in the club got me tripping because the noise i bring, dabs and hugs its that playboy bringing that noise, i have no choice, i was born to win, bored again so i demostrate skills i possess. now that what im talking bout, step by step, get it correct, the mic get checked, who b next in line to fire bullets in the sessions. mic check wrecks in effect gimme ya friendship. in God we Trust written on bucks my best mans in the clutch of my hand. dead presidents heavy shit. move the crowd in each direction. but what we talking bout, a million dolla deal better yet i got major skills. teach you lessons that they dont teach in school like bright ideas or right connections, or making music as yo profession. oh did i mention, the flow get better with practice. cause practice make perfect. kick dirt kid. get off my earth kid, ya worthless. practice what i preach, seek and you shall find, now come back to the track off the meatrack , have a seat, now bring it back to reality, lots of love from my fans. i needed that. confidence, contiplating on how to be making more money jack. fans im feeding that. on my device shitting on you hoes, looking bummy, clothes im stunning dress to impress , yo i be stunting, its nothing man, put you in the oven and heat the booth up, raise the roof up, aint no stopping my shockin ways, cook em up, avoid the jakes, im rolling dolo straight polo, rocking timbos with shoelaces gutted and laced. aint no other game funner than the paper chase, nobody goes harder, garbage mc pick ya weight up not ya hate face it theres no replacement blazing men forever sacred tunes that grow old day by day and then become ancient. nobody knows, i got that yoga flame, trying to take over the world my man just call it pinky and the brain. like king james , hes insane, no im not you point the finger. but go figure, heres a tip to you wise guys i flow what i want, speakin in tongues if i hit writers block, then im on a mission. what we talking bout wordplay, word of mouth a wordsmith getting busy with rap fame, do my thang, you pay for music, freestyles that aint free watch how a real be doing it.
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