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Ever since my cradle date, or my prenatal stateI was blessed with the gift to disable hateWith fatal takes on the mic is makin' my halo breakAnd smash every lady workin' at Strange, call them my label-matesI throw the squad up, them I'ma pour ya broad upGenital, so plentiful, ya chemical's low but shot upWishin' they'd slow the god upBut I ain't trippin' when I rip I'm twitchin'They think that I be sniffing on Snow Tha ProductBitch I might be, this a nice key, to get ya hyphyDick ya wifey, this for IkeSlice of sin or source if ya see somethin' slither slightlyStep inside the surface of Strange, sir, simply sight-seeSpit the flow, get the dough, then I hit the hoMister irresistible twisted is this kiss the toesI'ma kick ya nose if one of ya pricks opposeI'm all he hates, cause I became a landmark like Ollie GatesMaudie's great, tall estate, y'all debate, nigga, call me YatesIt's no challenge, It's no challenge at allWhen you up the ball against the low averageThe low average, killin' 'em, toetag 'emI'ma let you be great though, I'ma let you be great though, I'ma let you be great though, But it ain't no stoppin' a YatesLately I've been like fuck rapLetras de cancionesWhat? Did he say "fuck rap"?Oh no no, I'mma write in bold and plus capsFUCK RAPCuz all these tough cats really don't have no nut sackTrust that 'nuff scratch does back much wacknessFlush that shitDown with the gowns with the sounds for the clownsAnd not in a good wayYou can drown underground with the poundsWhen they gust that shitOh so, low we stojo, hoes and dough negro we flow thoughLet the soul glow, mojo, niggaPillowcase, over the head of the industryIllustrate, with my mouth and murders my ministrySeal the fate of my enemy, feel the weight of my energyI heal the hate. Facilitate. Disc jockey's will scrilla makeThen play your records until you break radioAin't nothing but real estateIt's still a fake deal of mates who ain't real awakeBut the mill is great, ain't no iller ape that can kill a YatesIt's no challenge, It's no challenge at allWhen you up the ball against the low averageThe low average, killin' 'em, toetag 'emI'ma let you be great though, I'ma let you be great though, I'ma let you be great though, But it ain't no stoppin' a YatesI can keep my head, while everybody losin' theirsNo Marcus, I told you, don't start this debateI'm all arsenal friend, we the median like, you feedin' me inTired of bein' with the intermediateFaded on bullshit, control the whole mediumI done ran inside my meniscusI done out-rapped everybody ChristmasSo why in the hell would I fail?If I do, I'm just being EzaleFront line level, untamed, unchainedAfter all this shit, I remain on lane, loserAnd that's what yo ass get for hittin' that snoozerMy brain is worth the future, and yes, I don't get workedSo my verses hurts when they send me to kill 'emI'm like Biblin' niggas, keepin' it blacker than Power RangersBut why the name Zachary? No leashes, I'm free suckerNo reachin' no knee deep into mineLike a comprehension of linesRevisit them when you wanna hear that real wizard (?)Young and timeless, elite science, prominent and flyin'And beat them beats to meet and greet but I conscience From Letras Mania