Iím so dope Iím impressing myself Challenging rappers of my status dogg is bad for your health Itís like swallowing rat poison straight of the shelf Or slitting your wrist then changing ya mind But ainít no one around to help, dudes hear spit they like holy Toledo Cuz when it comes to this rapping, Iím the one like Neo Iím Jackie Chan, bet a hundred grand I could take out five of ya manís with one wave of my hand Your whole caravan get smacked right in front of ya fans Iíll have screaming ďNo MasĒ like Roberto Duran holla They call me Boney Soprano, Young Luchiano, Bone Guevara Raps Sammy the bull Gervano, Iím sick wit tha flow Lyrical tactics and back flips, spitting ridiculous mathematics Like itís gymnastics, when I die, be sure to place in my mic in my casket And tell the world that I was fantastic, and thatís it!
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Chorus Yall canít win, against us If you try, we will bust You should know, weíre the truth You canít do, what we do, oh
Opposing me could be detrimental like a skinhead wit a confederate flag Walking through south central, itís suicidal like Kirk Cobain Trapped in a thunder storm using Godís name in vain, ouch! Yall ainít really ready to riot wit me, Iím the Rocky of rap retiring rappers like Jay-Z The Ronald Reagan of rapping yo thatís me I been rocking and running this rap game, ChinoÖ
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