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Graduated, what's next? Everybody's asking What college you going to? What you had planned? We advanced got, our advance Copped a couple amps No we enhanced Got a mans with a van that could drive us to our fans To enchant Those that ain't ready start to pant Fall over those that were ready just could lamp That's what separatea the lions from the lambs Damn That ain't a brand that's a band Crammed Up in a room tryn'a jam That's the raw, that's the God, that's the all, that's the fam Ratking smack kings splat rats when they scram Dayymm... Dayyyymmm... Dead man, one man war, teen years dead bored to a snore Remove ya strut to the door, stole ya senses, ain't using 'em for Too fat to kill these hog's Stained glass windows stainless stalls Henry's half moon poured to the shores Remove ya lips from a whore, remove ya hiss when I score Remove ya I twist and I twirl Replacing the track, constantly spit while you casually snap Canta just kind of rap, fly or float when flat, we must all face facts Saliva warm on wax, should we war get waxed So you I'll like Jill did Jack, rub you raw like rash Time that it takes you to crawl and to crash Be beast with two backs, dick in ya scat Black honey hips ya ass, and ya wished that it last Had what ya had Well I'm big and I'm bad Too too bad, too too bad