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And if you take it wrong, this a diss track If you take it wrong, well this a diss track And if you take it wrong, this a diss track This a diss track, this a this a Yo, and they ain't seen it, we headed for the zenith Flame hot, burn your spot down, rise up like a phoenix Beamin down through the sound waves, around the glades Got my eyes on the sky but so aware of how the ground taste From the soil, your whole plan FOIL From the Front to your Outside to the Inside, you ain't Loyal And that's the last type of cat I trust, my veins boil And you don't want me aimin for you, watch the pain coil Wrapped up in regret, twisted on the anguish Stuck inside the rain and my lane, now this the language Competition vanquished, bars barbarian Oh, you part of Free The Optimus? I'm card carryin FTO is meant to punch you dead in the face Wake you the fuck up and let your knock your neck to the bass Face your fears with your total tabulation Optimize your oculus and feel the optical sensation Ayo the pen zen ancient, zero ten lacin Grin then begin to ascend and bend the ventilations In the basics lie the truth, you find me by the booth Or with my little man mutherfuckin shootin hoops I Hit Em Up cuz damn man Who Shot Ya The Bridge Is Over, you ain't even on the roster I See The Bitch In You, we all know you wack now Ether raps, Takeover, The Warning, make em Back Down I Hit Em Up cuz damn man Who Shot Ya The Bridge Is Over, you ain't even on the roster I See The Bitch In You, we all know you wack now Ether raps, Takeover, The Warning, make em Back Down And if you take it wrong, well this a diss track And if you take it wrong, well this a diss track And if you take it wrong, well this a diss track If you take it wrong... Yo, intent in hand, I got my attitude adjusted And I ain't tryna blow up, y'all focus on what's combusted DJ Jet can cut the mustard, most of y'all ain't cuttin shit I seen your live show on the stage, it wasn't lit Not a bit, you tend to bite, and you wasn't even digital Yo, you kinda analog, no handle on the principles I'm into new shit that's hot, not new shit that's dumb For that mumblin nonsense, stumblin, no contents You rumblin with my conscience, might hit you with concepts You on flex with no strength and on necks with no think No next with no length and holes are why the boat sink You can't float like this, ain't got quotes like this You ain't had two hands shootin at you both like Chris My dosage on over, all my people not sober Put your hands up for the soldiers, I'm just tryna feel closer All my cobras think twice, I know the grass is long But the sickle sharp slice and I brought matches along Catch us strong with the rhythm, it's a song for the ride Rightin wrongs makin lefts, feel the freshness in the vibe Yo, feel the freshness in the vibe I Hit Em Up cuz damn man Who Shot Ya The Bridge Is Over, you ain't even on the roster I See The Bitch In You, we all know you wack now Ether raps, Takeover, The Warning, make em Back Down I Hit Em Up cuz damn man Who Shot Ya The Bridge Is Over, you ain't even on the roster I See The Bitch In You, we all know you wack now Ether raps, Takeover, The Warning, make em Back Down And if you take it wrong, this a diss track And if you take it wrong, well this a diss track And if you take it wrong, well this a diss track This a diss track, this a this a diss track
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