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Wiley, slow the mixtape down This ain't for your average spitter Tell 'em look into the bullseye while I throw darts, this practise nigga If I'm after niggas won't stop, so stop asking nigga You ain't got a choice if you wanna go to war, (why?) I'm drafting niggas I will, saran wrap these niggas and package niggas Whether gun rhyme or average nigga, punchline or swagga nigga Unsigned or battle nigga, I'll sunshine and black on niggas Umm, I'm futuristic with this shit That's what I'm saying, I'm so ahead of my time I know the date print on my grave script, wait, that's May, shit Maybe I should change this, I'm so ahead of my time I met my son before I made him I'm so ahead of my time I doubled these vocals before I laid 'em Now, let's get to the latest news Hollow the one that's making major moves with Lux and Joe on pay-per-view I know that had Aki salty, no Jamaican food, cause I can interrupt this show and any time like breaking news And I can take his boo and tape her nude Made a movie out that pussy, yeah, that got taken too Now, I'ma leave you with tips, my last three battles equal to this I was loaded for this next body but I'm leaving a clip so nobody butt in while I'm beating this bitch L-O-L Aus Songtexte Mania