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Err' morning baptized with New York tap It's been a minute since I've been given a New York dap These days it's like slap I've been travelin', I've been babblin' Rapid ryhmes for rapid runs Just the Latin runs in my blood Pumpin the passing sounds of the cityscape How many Wikis does it take to get a chick with a pretty face Yeah and I send a few dick pics Get back to me, I don't give a shit, it's Just like a litmus test But it's more about the litness Rather than that the kid's acidic I don't really know about [?] shit All I know about roll an ounce in the kitchen And I been sippin' on, sippin' on brew Crippin' on like my life depended on Better than slippin' out my palm I ain't slippin', I'm sittin' on the corn-er Don't say a word of what you heard I lay by the bridge, I concur what to the crib I'm a rap cat, you a rat act You either too industry or you backpack Man let's not get into that, get into that Damn you got to live with that, live with that Songtexte What it do man, I'm the new man Comin' through with a new stance on what you knew fam How you know what you know That's why I don't know shit but licks and some dough Some piff, a bitch, and a bowl Cat's act like the shit don't go Cats better act like, "Shit, it could snow" The glitz or the glow Just a shake of the globe and I'm taking control Cats can't take what they know, they faked in a mold I rap from scratch, I'm made in a bowl Made by moms, made by my pops Turned to a don, learned at the stop Pastor Pat said it, it's the rapture Y'all can't rap with, y'all can't capture A picture and play Just from the shit that you say, spit that I spray I can tell you bitchmade by the shit that you say Lil Ralph, Lil Wik Lil Me, ha Ralph tryna get in me, they tryna let him be Represent the hell in me I've been tellin' y'all bout how the stress done made a mess of me They ain't faking what the measures be Interviewers still tryna figure out the recipe Even if I did the couldn't cook it I've been staying out of bookings I've been staying in myself I ain't sayin that he lookin Half the shit I rap about man I should be saying it myself And I'm saying it aloud I'm a sayin that I'm proud In the back of my mind Got my pride in a pouch And I'm tryin' not to pout, I'm tryin' not to pout Tryin' not to pout but I'm a cry baby On time out On the side of the couh And signing me out Not Can't stop, the rhymes in my mouth And I said this before Pathetic pat, prophetic pat, what I said anymore Pat back with the raps that get ya hat mashed Hand on your hair when I said the shit you can't catch (Dick right now[?]) Pat's back Aus Songtexte Mania