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Rav - "Geddit" or "The Commodity of Tenacity"
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(Get it, I get it, I got it) (Get it, I get it, I got- g-) (Get it, I get it, I got it) Look, get it, I get it I think I understand now why I feel so apathetic When I'm the one that stands out And these other dudes pathetic (okay) Just waiting for a handout, then eventually regret it It ain't the way you planned out But that contract fuckin said it, boy It said you ain't a man now Man, your boys should have proofread it And edited all the crap out Like come on man, come on! Shit, should have known better! Now you don't own nada Not your own get-up Not your own bars Nor your own record Fuck, label sodomy is tough Now you binging in your kitchen at the bottom of your cup Crowds of ominous anonymous ain't clowning you enough to Push you out of your own mind that ponders how to self-destruct 'Cause honestly, it sucks to be a product of your motherfucking label Promising you love only once you make them a buck, uh True shit Lesser rappers get fooled, kid I guess I'm glad I ain't stupid EXO be the clique! Yup, glad I ain't dumb Whilst rappers randomly run Towards a deal and a stack, I'm crafting a path, I've begun Getting it, winning and grinning, spinning sick raps with my tongue Impressing women and children and men that actually want Something that's both ill and original I will not be pigeonholed My skill not dependent on no fictional little reward EXO the clique, hoe, didn't you know? We digivolve, you kitchen roll We'll hack you all to pieces and have you anxious for Jesus Bitch, don't ask me for features, unless you're actually ill Trying to copy our swag don't mean that you matching our skill You ain't got shit on my attitude or the passion of Bill's Roger and Scuare each could have your ego kidnapped and then killed My neuroframe pseudo-computer game, consuming stupid lames Cruising straight through the future, shooting flames at losers' usernames Fusing chains of muses, making truest music, who's to blame? Nothing new, we'll EXOcute intruder students of the game EXO be the clique!
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