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We didn't, we think, well, we'd be putting out Some type of old, some old stuff that, Uh, some people just, uh, disregard. But to our surprise, uh, it was something that Was fresh to the listeners. Took the dark road, I'm in my cargo That Low beyond me minus Marco Remarkable, Raw flow Narcos is tryna gag order me, Rap accordingly, uh Religious leaders is callin' This rap sorcery, uh It's more than me, The V impression left I been authorin' since the Etch-a-sketch Me and my code, he read it back I said it best, it's evident that you been Misinformed Every joint spit with the intent that This can get us on Collectin' tennis shoes, You see me, see them Guess I'm the inner Tube, listen, dudes didn't think I'd be this Improved Just a product of the products, Different, different glues Yeah, I was stuck, now I Can pick and choose, stick and move Jimmy Fuse, You can see the frame Along with well-wishers Lookin', my nigga better peep the game Let's keep It plain, ain't no need for the complication Should I never drop the top shelf, nigga, forgot the Compilation And shut the fuck up if I ain't In your conversation You could get harmed for Bakin', say I sing the songs of Satan I Represent like a president not inaugurated And my Rhymes is timeless, cannot be carbon-dated It's Marvin Gaye, what's goin' on in my apartment playin' I got a ball to play and if you Got the heart to spray it I orchestrate it, Shit is soundin' like a karmic pavement Bars Undulating, what I say they say is bombacladin' Uh, Tell 'em, Schlom, never been one and done Son Of guns that never fold, keep it a hundred Ones Way from, never ran and never will Smith I'm Jiggy wit', when I spit it, I flip The kill switch It's quality over quantity what we Deal with And it's all lit 'cause every beat Is a seal split You trip 'cause you couldn't Fit in shoes I keep it me and my Code, DPs, he keep me on my cues We Couldn't lose if we choose, ain't got to prove Nothin' Know we creepin' so you keep sleepin', I Break your snooze button These niggas frontin', Couldn't back the verse Whoever want it, Just tell 'em bring the racket, homie, I'm up To serve We cookin' beats to release the herbs It's all flavor and somethin' you can savor, Come get you in a derv 'Cause this is Light, a hit or miss, never flinch I hit 'em with lyrical drifts, so fuck with tryin' to Curve I word it to bury this homicide And In order not to slip in the situation, You better slide I rise over these weak frauds Within And my raps don't need a green card 'cause I can get it in You fly birds In the V form While we continue to put It down like an addict who found the Lord I'm never switchin', you a soundboard In depth of The wack 'cause it's the burial, you hear the Sound, boy