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Do I not got you entertained? Still not copying a thing Still iced coffee in my veins, ooh Still spot me at the bank Still the god emcee of Maine Still Preposterously Dank, ooh PBR by the flute, find Ryan's [?] lying my commute 'Til I got the LL Bean boots made of moose Enough loot to get the roof on a coupe And then make that shit go Poof! She make me wanna beat it like my adversaries 'Cause she got a butt big like it's my vocabulary My shit sick as dysentery, you're the beneficiary Tracks laid down like it's missionary I fuck a beat up against the wall though Your accomplishments hard to find like Waldo I'm getting money that I wanted to get Then the bills come like Monica's dress It go poof! Whoops, there goes the loot Conversation, observation, still astute Though I look aloof? I'm a rebel, never settle, this is proof I'm heavy metal when I'm pedaling the truth SongtexteI might have to pull a rabbit out the hat now Something out of nothing that's my background What I see like the middle of magician is cigars sawed in half like my lovely assistant It go Do I not got you entertained? Still not copying a thing Still iced coffee in my veins, ooh Still spot me at the bank Still the god emcee of Maine Still Preposterously Dank, ooh [Shipyard?] by the flute, find Ryan's [?] lying my commute 'Til I got the LL Bean boots made of moose Enough loot to get the roof on a coupe And then make that shit go Poof! I got your email but you know I'm not responding 'Cause I'm getting more-a-set these days, I call that shit Alanis Fuck your team and every player on it 'Til I'm getting foreign green, I call that Isaiah Thomas And fuck you even after that, every rapper's wack Shit is foul, put you on the line, that's a hack-a-shack You look up to me, because I'm like an acrobat My peers disappear like they're zits with the Tazorac Touch words like Vanna White, vanish in a week I'm outlandish while I'm brandishing the speech She got cancer so my grammy's weak Might have to write my Grammy speech and read it to her Case she's not here when I reach the canopy I'll paddle into battle for people who can't fight Bump me to my company saving your damn life I'll sign paychecks 'til I need my hand iced More W2s than the Irishman twice, oh yeah Do I not got you entertained? Still not copying a thing Still iced coffee in my veins, ooh Still spot me at the bank Still the god emcee of Maine Still Preposterously Dank, ooh Bissell Brothers in the flute, find Ryan's [?] lying my commute 'Til I got the LL Bean boots made of moose Enough loot to get the roof on a coupe And then make that shit go Poof! Aus Songtexte Mania