"A dot—no comparison
Rap Thomas Edison. Arrogant
God son flow. Rhymes heaven sent
Braggadocio, while they Pinocchio when flowing over instrumentals
If I said it, best believe I meant it
‘cause my sentences be ventilation statements
Press breaking. Half baked. No smoker; still eating; have cake
Cream rises—
I am where I am—no surprises
Dream shake like Hakeem—stay posted—no denying I'm defiant
Miami Vice; Sonny squealing tires
Weight's up—I'm the Jolly Green Giant with the science
They feebler than the Keebler's, hide in trees—so sweet
Want beef like vegans, so we simply won't meet
Can't speak. We don't even eat off the same dishes
They dying for some fame. We don't have the same wishes
Don't do the same business
Go live—pour up
You sell a bit; I'm celibate—I gives no f**s
Sell none, either. Hail one Teacher
Fail? Won't ever. Tales so clever
Author like Chaucer, be the saucer in the sky
That they swear they saw flying with the lights whizzing by
Gemini [Jim and I]—put it on the Finn like Huck—
For my n***as who would get it, either spill or throw it up
No colors. No gang ties. Just words
I was speaking on the stars, and the moon just occurred
Pit-bull
Spit full clips, bullsh**? No never
Ill state, still. Go getter
Chill, no sweater—they better bu*ton up
I'm in a bu*ton down, bow tie, summing up
Like, “In conclusion
No confusing, me for you or you
I'm not doing
What you cats call ‘rap,' I call trash
And what y'all fans call ‘hot' I call ‘gas.'
Can't f** with A dot. I must brag
If you've been schooled, this' not the same cla**
If you've not read, it's still the same book
But not the same page, and not the same look
Dot's the same guy that told you ‘don't speak'
Then gave you no doubts your flow was on E
I'm gone teach—I'm telling you, ‘hands down.'
Grand Prize Game was played by those clowns
The Bozo Show, that's sold on hope—
Could have a needle in they vein and still won't know dope
Introducing—back from never leaving—
The critically acclaimed, recognized, never even
Fire breathing, Midwest beast in
5'6” frame, plus flame still leaking
Still plain speaking. Raps woo ladies
Nine deep. Tang like booze. Euphrates…
In denial is where I leave all my rivals
Prey like a predator, while they praying for their survival.”
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