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Is your, ah, computer operative? Excellent! (ay, yo) Excellent! Stop playin', it's my turn to smoke Heavy dose of that murder I wrote, don't let it burn your throat I ain't from the same cloth, they be turnin' coats I'm hood, good here to Chi-town, to Sherman Oaks Ain't nothin' worse than true lies but new lies I'm too wise, they be actin' like they shoe size Stormy days make you pray to see them blue skies I'm from the fire, right next to where the jewel lies Scrutinize if you must, in CZAR we trust Who hard as us? Boy, we hit you with the karma touch Tough as a armored truck, fresh like a barber cut They love the words, simply marvelous Check this file Check-check-check-check this file Check this file Check-check-check-check this file Your flow did it two retros ago ( sure is! ) You was s'posed to beat me two death blows ago We can go, we can go Toe-to-toe SongtexteWe can go Toe-to-toe ( Excellent! ) E-S back, when you thought I might'a mellowed Grab the mic and rap you fuck you, don't get Aiello'd ( Check this file ) My mind is the nine, so the brain'll shoot ya When I write, it's like Stephen Strange lookin' in the future There's a shorty, umm, you got a corgi [?] I'm sippin' 40s and Rick and Morty's on ( Excellent! ) Slow servin' got me on the verge of murder So catch me at your mom's house, what up, Tom Segura? Peep the aura, Zuck' in the Azura [?] tug-and-pull [?] I'm dangerous like Church's and storefronts Favorite rappers gettin' killed, what they want? More guns (you can't be serious) Your flow did it two retros ago You was s'posed to beat me two death blows ago We can go, we can go Toe-to-toe We can go Toe-to-toe Wonder Twin powers activate Form of: fire, everlasting flames Street playa like Chicago, Mack the game The response is, "Your Highness" when they ask his name Obviously, he can control the molecular arrangement of his body Yeah, but the odds are against you Uh-huh... I'll livestream your team on the widescreen As I beat a plea despite being obscene Like a pipedreamin' crackhead's hygiene Rhymes eat your soul, put you in a sleeper hold Goodnight Irene Like [?] and Adonis, I'm crazier than Xavier on the Sonics You move the crowd, I hit stadiums with comets And make the haters vomit as I read a Cable comic This is food for thought, better put a label on it This what happens when the shit is fresh, ya na'mean? It's like wild caught They out there farm-raised, ya na'mean? Sharing their house with the next wildling Wildling Wildling Wildling Aus Songtexte Mania