[Verse 1: Radamiz]
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[Hook: King Critical]
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[Verse 2: Radamiz]
f** you pessimists, ain't never did sh** so they turn to critics Picture them blackin' out like a negative
Where the medals for my regiment?
Out the cement we arose, your turn tentative
Decadence more like medicine full of sentiments for my foes
Turned to Damien as their lord
Runnin' through the Triple 6 with their woes
You way half way crook, other half mediocrity
You spit bullsh**, that's hypocrisy
Gallon of Henny turn a sober to a Socrates
This my chaining day, spit a j**el to blow your name away
Then throw it up like Dame in '98
For all the times my denim ain't even have a dime to pay
I spit that gospel, turn a criminal to a minister
Treat your torch lit like a cigarette
Turn your limelight to a silhouette
In need of inspiration, ain't no competition sparkin' that
Planted my seeds, Madison Garden the harvest
That real sh** been like an artifact
Too rare for synonyms, maybe “too rare”s the synonym for the way that I scribble out mine
For too long been sizzlin', ima ball like Krillin, plus the discs got that "Writeous" sign
That's not a lie, hundred milli for Mogul on that dotted line
Then I prophesize
The revolution will be televised and monetized
[Hook: King Critical]
[Verse 3: King Critical]
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