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The Memo
- Looked like pasta cast a charm on the fella
- Saw em paired like storms and umbrellas
- Met him, they said, he done lost his step
- I’m the crew's connect
- Uh, so hit that jam
- A million dollars to target plans
- I live among comets, and don’t need a visa stamp
- These accolades via starcraft boost my rep
- Ignore the pull, I order steps
- I got the image that you neglect
- You can announce that on the set
- Touching the summit while you ain’t even crept
- I got rocket grade trades, cause I’m adept
- All them contracts fake unless it’s fate’s
- I got the code to the safe
- Your idols probably caught that hit like a Celtic net
- Break this script, it’s like wordsmithin’
- Someone gotta carry this torch, I’d take that risk
- That’s your cost if you ain’t staged for this
- Verses sizzling till your plastic drip, your flesh vanish
- You lack leverage, stress hectic, inject the frantic
- My motion balanced, checks in motion like a math planner
- I ain’t slipping even if you tossed a ripe banana
- You probably still puzzling it, still stuck average
- Detective with an extra flare, I was graced with it
- Need risers, still can’t step to my prime matters
- These try hard spitters hold soaked bladders
- 365, arrive live, you a fool dude, dude
- Past globe, sky, cosmos, primed to explode through
- Flip the rhyme files, Double O style, reaching wide bounds
- Disruptions out the way, Mega mode, pow!
- Upgrade your doubters to shouters and roll out
- Seats maxed out, different folks house
- I pitch these quotes out, no drought
- Yeah, I’m snapping now, blowing amps out
- Swinging at your neckpiece, breath gone when you owe me
- Each cut I’m on I’m sharp, don’t ever probe me
- Shoes tapping automatic, that’s what’s it till I’m graphic
- Bracket zone, Trackavores, loops only classic
- Global focal point, not even legends could poster me
- I see the trail in front me, act like you heard of me
- Actin' like the grind’s just snacks and macaroni
- Bent bills, split deals, these cats is phony
- They been stamped, them ones you kneel beside trust
- Straighten his frame if he bent, fifty lined up
- Crack your spleen and tuck you deeper than a sunken being
- Me and twin, two man hotter than the sauna be
- I get the chuckle last, you get it at half mast
- No wonder I feel like a dump sack, glad
- Still jacking, still yapping, still passing weak fabric
- Tools sharper in present tense, these rap dudes
- Tools past grim, real pitch black, back when we was still laughing
- When you were shadowboxing, I was flame blasting
- Mute the true passion, back when the grooves was smashin’
- Aimed at the biz, cause the truest damage in the loot transactions
- Turn you mic brawlers into true captions, but the truest action
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