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Verse 1
Kevin
Lewis
Gordon
Jr.
I want to introduce my homeback,
Shmae.
Check it out.
Only a few will understand
what I'm saying.
Blowing a spot, a rhyme like an
I'mma let them keep coming.
Slamming them tracks hard and
stick em up when I'm around.
I grab the microphone and never leave it alone,
cheer
Penetrate in your eardrum,
and yes indeed
It's what you want baby,
it's what you need
So let's get it going straight to perfection
Tag team connection from
a dust competition
Baddest hoes are singing and
fiending for green
E
Am
Making a couple of moves from side to side
I finna buckle up brothers,
we going on a ride
Ruining your life quick, sharp like a knife
The lyrical thriller, bad
MC killer
E
Am
And I don't give a fuck where you're comin' from,
If you're rappin' like a hoe,
then shit gots to go
I smoke a lot of
Venobroms, so clear the smoke
I'm dominatin' your brain like crack cocaine
and got a high -class clientele
Wanna fight
African?
See what I'm sayin'?
My third eye,
I seen a lot of shit comin'
Don't nothin' surprise me, brotha,
And straight up tap that ass with
a solo groove
Blastin' skills,
but I ain't talkin' no sins
Set the speed of light and
and speak the real
No doubt, people know what
I'm about
Competition don't make me none
And many stepped up and
many got done
Competition don't make me none
I'll be the first to put y
And many stepped up and
Am
F
Competition don't make me none
'all fools on the run
See it's all about the skrilla,
steady showin' and pullin'
Breakin' up
MC's and make em' suck on these
And as I flip you know my
rhymes be bangin'
Bite what I'm sayin', fool,
and you be hangin'
Motherfuckers gettin' burned
with the quickness
Cause I be rockin' the mic
like the brother
Lord
shakin' em' on the spot
In a place to be, most definitely
Test me on the mic and no one
test you on the street
The first runner up in your ass
I'm breaking my shit,
oh please you sound the time
The same song, I'm in the game
I never gave a fuck about the rap fame
that's where you find me at
I gotta maintain and try to find
peace of mind
Competition don't make me none
That many stepped up and
many got done
Competition don't make me none
I'll be the first to put y
'all fools on a run
Competition don't make me none
And many stepped up,
and many got done
boots on the run
I'll break your damn telephone
Taking out suckers on the asshole
Let you know what's happening,
never be snoozing
Or rapping fanatic,
you're fucking chicken ripper
Running up in any form like a
Florida storm
So you can tell who the hell is
gonna blow up and rip shit
play when they be riding
Ridin' music,
but drivin' if we're killin'
Chillin' at the point of no goin' back
A crucial conflict,
but the style is kinda slick
Like
Fote, I'll always be around
all through the black night
It ain't no hype, you can call it a sequel
Never no stoppin' cause it
And takin' no prisoners cause ain't
nobody blessed
Buildin' foundation for
myself and my niggas
Never livin' the past,
Check it out, see I'm far from a lover
Big daddy pop a program, a slam
I'm rockin' any jam
The rhymes are danger,
can you feel the effect?
and it's hip -hop shit
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