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(feat. Royce Da 5'9") I end careers, years, pierce ears fierce with spears They say I'm gifted, get lifted like the beers in cheers Catch a thunder bolt, pockets stay lump from hundred notes Stunnin quotes make you run ya coat while the sun's afloat Prehaps, my skill is real as G Rap's It feel as I'll as concealin drills in the knee caps Your funny style get three snaps in the circle When off the purple and greens, I'm higher than the jeans on Erkel, then I murk you Bust techs, the lead sparkin now who be my next head target I lift up, roll out, like the red carpet Say my name three times in the mirror And if I hear ya, I'll appear clearer, Extend both arms and pull you nearer Pound for pound I'm, pretty live on the mic And keep it flooded like Mike, on Motown 25 Put your soul on ice and sold it for a whole known price I'm nice, keep a knot swole on dice Grin is sarcastic, the way my pen'll spark acid on the bar Whether in the crib or the car, blasted Son is a, prob rob funds from ya publishin While his dogs put his guns to ya like the Punisher Or the Terminator, flow is harder than a German major midterm paper The kid burns the saber, strikin cats SongtexteHow you want it? Gats, spike or bats I know you likin that, stay sharper than Viking hats Exhale, blowed mist, served you with a cold dish Niggas vomitin, bowels moving, they can't hold piss El and Royce, double team, hotter than a cup of steam Tub ya spleen and bury you, just as deep as a submarine Flawless, should be that very reason you applaud us You saw us layin down a law just as raw as a crawfish You met your death and although, I took away your breath and I ran I still left with a Grand like Theft Auto Aus Songtexte Mania