How beautiful are thou, africa
Rapper who favors and funds ya
Cause i ain't mad at cha
Bitch i’m coming for ya.
Watch me back-hand ya, then crack-slam ya,
Our children must be taught, of africa
Journeyman with no fans. i'm the boogeyman, spearing your nan,
No matter how much i try, stay alive, i'm a die a man
Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last
They said show me ya gats, ya cash, ass ya smashed
Sickness coming at ya but ya already dead
Their buzz internet and mines in her net
Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and
You nearly pissed ya pants as ya extended ya hand,
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