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XXL Freshmen 2013 Cypher - Part 3

 

XXL Freshmen 2013 Cypher - Part 3


[Dizzy Wright:]
I tried to take the time to become someone's inspiration
Turnt up to the max, but talked about education
Preached how marijuana was the healing to the nation
Tatted Bob Marley face to help me through all my phases
This living life shit is starting to take a hold on me
Started out with verbalizing poetry
Murdalizing any instrumental anybody tried to throw at me
And that's when hip-hop started to grow on me
You could say that I'm proud, cause I wasn't following crowds
I was stunting on all them niggas that was running they mouth
Surpassed my expectations on anybody with doubts
Feeding niggas the truth, why you niggas looking spoofed?
The beginning to getting what I deserve
Cause in this life of sin, you only winning when it's earned
So niggas getting handouts is liable to burn
Yeah, you could shine now, but it's probably gon' die down
So when it quiet down for the day
And you broke cause throwing money seemed cooler than trying to save
Nigga be a man, make a plan, be a better nigga and
Try to find a way to make a way, keep it G

[Logic:]
I keep it real all the time
Like my crew when I rhyme
Just a killer in his prime with that predator state of mind
I'm set to detonate
Stack my bread and watch the paper escalate
Don't test my fate, Logic finna blow like Mary Kate
I play my role like Shakespeare, RattPack ain't no fakes here
I conceal my talent like a 357
Ever since I was 11 been a G, chilling on the low key
Incognito, manipulate the steel like Magneto
Smacking suckas like mosquitos, dispersing verses like a free-throw
I'm Michael, the king, you fuckers is Tito
Versace frames with the green shades, I only see dough
Balling like a free-throw, you know my steelo
I once was a prince with the vision of a king
Now I run the whole thing, not defined by the bling
Exterminating fakes like crooked jakes killing for high stakes
Guaranteed that it's my fate to be remembered as one of the greats
No matter what it takes, I'mma give it my all
Like Jordan when he ball, never stumble, never fall
Lyrical medicine, repeat the formula until I get it right like Edison
Now step into my mind as I calculate lyrics like Einstein
The way he manipulated numbers, I manipulate the rhymes
Like E equals MC squared, na
E equals eater of MCs, beware
Watch me shine in the darkness like a flare
Married to the game, I'm the heir to the throne you've been watching
I know a lot of people looking at me
Like "Who the hell this white boy repping VMG?"
Racially I'm no different from Cole or Young Drizzy
Just a half-breed born to succeed, now what you need?
Visionary, RattPack, Young Sinatra

[Angel Haze:]
I am like magic, I am a classic
Putting heat to these bitches like I'm ironing fabric
Can't satisfy the appetite of a savage
So I'm eating 'til I'm at the top, opening passage
Opening passage always so drastic
I, kill the shit and have them bitches holding a casket
I am on point, bitch I'm verbally cactus
And it's my turn now like a rotating axis
Tell 'em I don't hold my tongue for no one
I'm a fucking asshole, so forth, so on
And I rap circles 'round bitches, I got 'em running in relays
Had they jaw dropped in the same position for three days
I hear them hoes hating, I got a proposition
Until you come, hoes, you ain't no competition
I put bitches in a bag, be next
I'm coming up like gag reflex
These bitches on my sack, t-dip
I'm giving out sneak previews, free clips
Y'all bitches don't want the drama
I end your sentencing like colon, comma
Call me misses take the lead to these bitches
On tracks like glue to the weave of these bitches
I take 'em all in like I'm breathing these bitches
Then put a couple drinks up the sleeves of these bitches
I'm killing, best believe I make 'em bleed in these stitches
I can't believe you really be believing these bitches
Damn, dead is how I'm leaving these bitches
Watch 'em all get sonned like I'm breeding these bitches

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