Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for
All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/
Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground
The fourth one, i like to kick around
I only roll with the real
So get the heck outta here,
Our history that they stole, africa
Spiderman called he said can i smash i said naw
My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,
Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot
Maybe we just need to slow
You want my fame, heck no
Heck man you're so short i can call you a bloody hobbit
My lawyer came to court, man he was higher than the comet
Yeah, and i don't dance i just two step
Heck, his body turned to a speck
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