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Yeah, yo, ayy, yo 36 Chambers, peace to Osiris You can see the weakness of a man right through his iris You can see the weakness through your coke right through the Pyrex You should speak to me instead of speakin' interdirect 'Cause me no understand that stupid doo-doo, do your dolly Put the toodle to your noodle, 'fore I shoot you, you say, "How, Sway?" Bust a basset over my sir, put his casket in the casa Explain the passion of the dud and kill his daughter in the process Comin' out the world like I was wrestlin' a Loch Ness Ice drippin', sammy bull leather in the motley If it's beef, I'm Mongolian, you jelly like petroleum Body in the kitchen gettin' rolled in linoleum Clean clear the whole block, call me a custodian Might want an echo chamber every time I'm on the podium Aw, sucky sucky now Empire thinkin' 'bout fuckin' Cookie now Aw, sucky sucky now Empire thinkin' 'bout fuckin' Cookie now You know the CZAR Fallen rocks, you know what I mean? Hazmat Hip hop hero, the rest to be low SongtexteRobert Downey style, treat 'em less than zero Streets know, void more raw than Perico Soul brother rock a Knick hat with a peacoat Livin' the G code, green like Rico, Harlem Official bomb squad, folk on the weed smoke Murder he wrote, behold, he quote Truth, swallow it whole, that's a deepthroat Shine brighter than the diamonds on your wristwatch Spit the seventeenth shot before the clip drop I'm in the gridlock, red dot a big shot This shit is hot, buyin' bullets at the fish spot Where the grits pop for the bread Givin' split tops, and you can't do shit, I'm like your strict pops And the flow stays wetter than your chick box Hater kick rocks, this rocks Yo, your bones are brittle, I'll have you livin' in the hospital You garbage, your best guess and I will laugh at your vigil I'm bringin' a skud vision, I'm thinkin' it doesn't tickle You speakin' of, blood'll trickle, get hit with a Russian sickle Flash the bat signal If you are ever found of guilty of bein' a shill you can look forward to your acquittal And Pharrell, you the fake of the year What you quote unquote curate, that don't cure aches of the ear Yo, the flow more tight than a kid's mind on Fortnite I spike like a Guardian ward fight The type short-sighted like a four-eyed dwarf, right They wanna rap, I show 'em the steps like a porch light They don't want it Engage all defenses, get this man a shield You gon' need it when I spit crazy bars like I stand from steel Lone wolf for the ounce, it's '96 Only child 'less you count the brothers I rhyme with Aus Songtexte Mania