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Aight,I'm the sickest with this microphone, nigga better learn itAll them bitch industry niggaz you know I ain't concerned withSee I move thousands hand to hand, even got an increasin' number of fansIn foreign lands, Amsterdam, Australia to JapanAll before my sign hit the line that was dottedThe man holdin' the golden apple, y'all grapple for the one that's rottedTo the core I've been hard, since 1580Mack attack nigga I've been scarred, knowin' what the fuck I gotta doFuckin' rockin' a spot or two I wanna leave an impression on mindsLike reading "Behold a Pale Horse" for the first timeExpose wack niggas like secret societies when Murs rhymeExplore cyphers after I visit, for close encounters with the serf kindYour nigga thought he was nice, until he heard mineAnd the doper you think you gettin' the more you ain't understood the first lineI said learn of my affliction, and how my words wrap aroundMore niggas necks than the pictures of the crucifixionsRippin' mics when onName hold more weight than a 24 inch pythonSo what'chu gonna do, when Murs-mania run wild on you?Bringin' that crack to your back like the whip in Castlevania 2And I'm through, bitch[Chorus]When I grab a microphone, all I want is feedbackEnergy from the crowd shit a nigga need thatLetras de cancionesY'all wanted a change in rap, well fool we be thatAnd all you bitch niggas best to ease backNow when I grab a microphone all I want is feedbackEnergy from the crowd shit a nigga need thatY'all wanted a change in rap, well fool we be thatAnd all you bitch niggas best to ease backNow I write rhymes as dope as Jennifer LopezWords, beautify blank paperLike, top to bottom pieces on skyscrapersAin't no stoppin' usRollin thick like smog through your metropolisMakin' it hard to breatheWhen you enter the 20,000 leagues, so stay at your level and placeCause amateurs fuckin' with the treble and bassWill get left dead before they make the third paceSee I turn around shootin' off at the mouth, like New Year's EveSayin' that shit you just, wouldn't believeRetrieved from the far corners of my mental spaceLeave you shocked like John Travolta once you open up this mental caseSo we happy, as long as fools stop tryin'To come up from the back and attack me, like my name was MarcellusAnd those overzealous we got our blowtorch and pliersSo you for damn sure gonna tell us what we want to hearSorta like my album but "Life is Too $hort" so I'm tryin' to make one a yearTo make y'all niggas watch what you do like the Wonder YearsWatch them niggas you think is downThey only down cause they carryin', a ton of fearIt's been a while since I've relieved myself of that burdenSo I'm makin' sure I'm goin all out, until they call it curtainsWhile you busy in the man's face shuckin' and smirkin'I'll be lurkin' in the cut, happy with bein' the broke nigga that I amIt's all about the Washington's, what! From Letras Mania