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And it sound so nice Hip hop you the love of my life We 'bout to take it to the, to the (to the top) One time for the boom bap A combination backpackin' sub woofer rap And it sound so nice Hip hop you the love of my life We 'bout to take it to the, to the (to the top) One time for the boom bap A combination backpackin' sub woofer rap The game's been lukewarm for so long No hot songs or cold flows Hell can heat heaven Angels on my side heat rise I eat wings spit right back wash beverage Refreshin' the flow like it The wordplay is words wit' [?] enemy I know You gotta feel my energy More than a shit together Letter by letter describing Compare me to mad scientist Whippin' his wrist for dollar signs Tough times for minds When these dollars get consolidated Feel some kinda way shit Caught up in the matrix Dodging all of that make ships, spits, [?] Gon' fit right under we'll put you on the edge of a forklift Hot (shhh) on the rise But a nigga keep his balance Like acrobatics above a pool of nonsensical madness like [?] Itinerary for the visionary Sit down with [?] all we got is us in turn mercenary Master assassin got it down to a letter Spit a verse and I'm putting chords on an [?] The livest one I'll be the master Play, lyrical roulette with a Gatling gun While they say that they rap for fun and I blast ya' The pieces equivalent to filament That's microscopic Fucking chopping up the science of mathematics Impostors backwards like this lecture Fuck rappers who next to They say what, I say who All of these Dr. Seuss's Looking stupid copycatting your raps Be mother goose's my shit is foolish You just in that shanty picking up tulips In the field blow like, dice [?] your battlefield, I never yield When it come to the h2o I got my gills, now I'm skilled You drowning, I'm back to the strokin' A dead rapper ocean, your bitch I'm chokin' She think it's provokin', esophagus closin' And now I'm ending my night She getting my pipe Lay me down like at the end of the night Between the sheets make [?] Contagious spreading feeling the right Love sick, spitting up a scribe I administer hard beats That adrenaline stick with him in life It never cease remain living inside Keep both eyes on the sparrow Else my legs quiver when I shoot a bow and arrow Aim it at your ear lobes Spread love like bread crumbs So watch your blindside Why you rocking it's the love of my life Like stars to the broken famous Signing autographs murder stages I have another stamp on my passport before the day ends And that goes for the next day and the following arrangements Still broader than that plain shit You selling out shows and still wondering where the change went You ain't slept in three days overseas ways I hold the mic in my hand Like Robocop out of the side of his leg I blast your hair off Tyson on the mic with a knife Slice your ear off, and peel off In a go-cart drinking a Smirnoff One time for the boom bap A combination backpackin' sub woofer rap And it sound so nice Hip hop you the love of my life We 'bout to take it to the, to the (to the top) One time for the boom bap A combination backpackin' sub woofer rap And it sound so nice Hip hop you the love of my life We 'bout to take it to the, to the (to the top) One time for the boom bap A combination backpackin' sub woofer rap