The quran's the core of foreign conflict,
No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic
With the bars that i've got, fuck a mental plot,
Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop
Never knew why i was falling
With the piece that kel was rocking
But he was to busy falling
I got bars u lil niggas sell ring
The quibble's irony killing me, free of hyperbole
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
Write it in my leisure, i rather go shopping
Every time i try to succeed i'm falling
The irony, prior to the hurdles we leap,
She too bad to pass, so fine i'm gon' speak
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