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(专辑: Vinyl Days - 2022)
What's the
threat? Bitch, I'm on one Yeah, you fucking with the
wrong—, wrong one Yeah Yeah, yeah Little echoes (Wrong one, wrong one) Yeah, you fucking with the
wrong—, wrong one Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh Bitch, I'm on one Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, uh Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh Yeah, yeah Ayo Ayo, what's the
deal? Mind too active, can't sit still I
kinda feel like I
just took a
limitless pill I'm Captain Mercer on the
beat, watch me murder the
Krill That's a
sci-fi reference, nerd shit my preference Family is the
only thing that matters, bitch, I'm Stefan I
can't believe at first sight you thought I
was Steve Bitch, I'll orphan you Shapeshift and morph into your mom Slit your throat and make it look like she's the
one that committed the
crime You know I'm too committed to rhyme since my first show in Chicago Never throwing shade, we keeping it light like vitiligo Chain around my neck glisten like El Dorado Can't fuck bitches with baggage, you married a
ho with cargo Bitches be jumping ship word to Argo If you don't understand that line, no need for an apology You stupid motherfucker, I'm referencing Greek mythology I
never went to college, B
And made millions while you pissed like you majored in urology Now logically, I'm the
top MC How dare you got the
nerve to bring that weak shit, neuropathy Ain't no stopping me Even if you stand on my grave, you're never topping me Down, down, that's how we get down Down, yeah, yeah, you know get down Pick the
mic up and then we get down, down So high up that it's down Wow, my shit so profound Wow, y'all done bit the
whole style Wow, I
don't trip, I
just smile Murderous shit, I
fit the
profile Murder was the
case, had that shit on sight Play this in the
whip, man, that shit gon' crank You steady talking shit like your shit don't stank (Uh-huh, uh-huh) News flash, buddy, we the
shit, move right From irrelevant back to relevant in a
matter of seconds Tired of misconceptions Misdirected, inheaded in my direction Intelligent and I'm telling it Dropping heavy shit that's still heaven sent The
freshest prince Utmost, definite, deading it 'Fore niggas can't fathom who they effing with Raw, no condom, you still can't come correct with it I
represent a
specialist of artist who never charted but never parted Often regarded as the
hardest, as the
autumn falls in 'til the
wind I
never fail, leaves do emcees too but the
pros propel, don't tell Another cup of XXL, trouble for sale Back busting a
couple of shells, for Durell Logic asked me "What the
deal?" Back then it was a
film per album, plus a
couple mill' Plug pulled the
rug from up under my wheels Humbly kill, stomach and pills, fumbling bills shit Killed the
player like Jada did Will Smith For tryna play the
same game, nigga, you will quit I
still spit, like it's foot on my throat, 'til I'm a
ghost Still not a
G.O.A.T. but I
feel like the
G.O.A.T End of my quote, go Bitch, I'm on one Yeah, you fucking with the
wrong—, wrong one Bitch, I'm on one Bitch, I'm on one Yeah, you fucking with the
wrong one, with the
wrong one, one, one Yeah, you fucking with— You fucking with— You fucking with— You fucking with the
wrong—, wrong one You fucking with— You fucking with— You fucking with— You fucking with the
wrong—, wrong one
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