[1st Verse]
Part of the gossip folks I'm not / but ay, it's possible we flock together
And I be adding my two cents / at times I'm at a loose end
Sick of being called cute, man
So I'm dissing people for no particular reason- I'm confused, man
Peer pressure / sometimes it appears rasher
Than it actually is, boy, it can be a real smasher
That you just thought about for years, treasured
Waiting for the right time to bust it on this here record
Yes, sir / no need to thank me, man, it is my pleasure
Certainly not a masher / but I love to catch her off guard
Confidence is beyond measure / boy, I bulk large
Sometimes my rhymes are like a slasher / film: all warped
It might be ‘cause of that second hand smoke
But really, man, sometimes I just let the thang float
And sometimes I extend the damn scope
In order to add a little suspense to an anecdote
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Truth and fiction / can't tell the difference
Lose suspicion / and just keep listening
New prescription / to keep you fixing
Now who's here, b**hing? / b**h, slit your wrist, then
[2nd Verse]
I combine the necessary lies / with the necessary truth
In order to produce a good crop of fruit
You're demanding I'm supplying / but depending on the message and the use
I will add-on or reduce verisimilitude
Might cross out a syllable or add a break
To make the statement more considerable / formidable challenge
To keep the sh** comprehensible to you silly hoes
Really doe, I need that milli so / what the dealio?
f** it / I need to make it ‘fore I kick the bucket
So c'mon, Mister Label-Boss, please let me s** it
I might just have what it takes to make the fans flock in
sh**, listen to my repertoire, you know, my sh** gon' sky-rocket
I'm a rocket man / damn, if you can't see it, I'ma line my pocket then
Buy a diamonded locket and / put my own picture in it
I f**ing love it, man
Haters be like: “Yeah, well, why don't you shove it, man!”
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[3rd Verse]
Pen is mightier than sword / some rather believe in that
Than the almighty Lord / it's what the late 90s brought
That made me worship this music
Hip Hop enthusiast / didn't give no sh** about no truth just
f**ing with this sh** cos it was just the bomb
Felt like I belong / each and every song
Had me psyched up and that's what it's all about
That's why we're never falling out / can't just halt it now
Until I bite the dust / stepping to the mic's a must
Getting in a kind of rush / thrill of excitement, I lust
For every rhyme, a gush / of words that'll make the mic combust
Feeling like I've got the Midas touch
And such like / however much I provoke
Cannot deny I'm en vogue / however I promote
The fact that you don't have to take every word with a pinch of salt
Claim to be the realest but in the end it's all
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