Yo, I got flames for your download link I let Ja Rule when I murder ink Murder pink, murder what you thought and what you think This Queens prodigy is the product of what you ain't Well packaged to distribute to the masters Plotted this since first grade classes Class is elements of a classic, I've got evidence of a master You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats Break necks of broke souls who hate me Hate he? You can't take my heat Fireball flow, can't bat in my league I'm the best rapper that's been slept on Stick around like gum that's been stepped on Stepped on, I stepped up, so what up? Tryna make bread with these damn cold cuts I cold crush every beat that I touch My words silk and my flow is pure plush Tell HudMo Dope says, "What's up?" Go Dreamer's a looney (Uh) Wish upon a star (So what's up?) I'm too cold for Pluto so I'm movin' back to Mars 'Cause this that spaceship, that space shit This that Category 5, this that quake, bitch, that quake, bitch See I'm so funked out, like out of here Like blue lights in the basement And it's a red state, in Georgia with it Last verse, did you get it? Nah Never mind, just throw that cash in a duffle As I'm on my Hollywood shuffle Eatin' your million dollar truffles, this acquirin' taste, nigga Tantalise so you can see the bigger picture that God is the light In the fixture or in the background Cut all the hatin' in the background 'Cause if music and money is the motive, then you're so gimmick Who's to tell me I can't have a trillion dollar grilled cheese sandwich? Boy stop playin', stop playin', I'm just sayin', just sayin' Go, go, go, go-go (Uh), go, go, go, uh Now who else wanna fuck with Hollyweird Go?
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