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Intimidate MC's with the tone of my vocal
When I'm dishin' on the microphone
Yo, I turn a vet into an amateur, a legend to a has-been
I'll tell you like Adrian told Rocky, you know you can't win
I got the mad grin, homie I'm fucking angry
At all them fronting people hating when they should come and thank me
Trying to under-rank me, you think I can't hang?
I play hard, even though it ain't a fair game
I'm in the fast lane trying to shift, flick the blinker on
And bless you with my new shit the minute that you think I'm gone
I'm on fire, you lukewarm, the point gained
My mom tired, the loot gone, your boy changed
You like a toy train, and I'm the iron horse
You know I ain't the kind of rapper that would drive a Porsche
Light the torch and carry it to the end
I couldn't find a faithful bitch, I went and married the pen
But ten out of ten people rap (Yo what you think of that?)
It made me appreciate where I been now that I'm thinking back
For real
For real, hip hop
For real MC's you know we doing it
For real, hip hop
We travel the world you know we doing it
For real, hip hop
The five boroughs you know that we keep on reppin' it
For real, hip hop
Intimidate MC's with the tone of my vocal
When I'm dishin' on the microphone
Every day my life change for the better, I hold my head up high
Already told you I'll live forever, a legend never die
And by the time I'm gone for sure I'll be more than legendary
Dead and buried, body rotting colder than February
The cemetery ain't big enough to hold my legacy
But hold the letter heat, wrote to the people who me could never reach
You better keep a weapon near for protection
I feel like every fucking A&R ear's infected
Correct me if I'm wrong, but half the
Game wearing fucking women clothes
You looking old, fat, bald and ugly and now I took control
Brought it back to Timberland, Carhartt on foot patrol
New York to Europe back to Canada, I'm moving through the globe
But truth be told, I'm more than a rapper, actually grinder man
Look in the crowd when you rock, I bet that you can't find a fan
Tie your hands behind your back and beat you to death
Motherfucker you know what team that I rep, no good kid
For real
For real, hip hop
For real MC's you know we doing it
For real, hip hop
We travel the world you know we doing it
For real, hip hop
The five boroughs you know that we keep on reppin' it
For real, hip hop
Intimidate MC's with the tone of my vocal
When I'm dishin' on the microphone
For real, hip hop
For real MC's you know we doing it
For real, hip hop
We travel the world you know we doing it
For real, hip hop
The five boroughs you know that we keep on reppin' it
For real, hip hop
Intimidate MC's with the tone of my vocal
When I'm dishin' on the microphone
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