How beautiful are thou, africa
I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya
I m not making u feel that u r my dear...
I have your hearts as if i stabbed it with a spear
Brand new airs cocaine white, feels so good but it ain't right
I was stuntin last night, won a rap battle fight
If his bitch insist on getting sick
This flow so slow, i`m so slick,
I like the way they dribble up and down the court
But ima celebrate like i won the award
Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards
I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was
This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep
Yeah, i won the rhyme lottery, it's just another week
Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high
I´m so high, my shoes so fly
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