Motha fucka’s must think I be on a rap steroid, got ya paranoid, rhymes so fresh its like a rap altoid. Ya see these rhymes I make, ya can’t fake, ya can’t shake, leave ya floatin’ atop a lake, got mad money, ya hear sonny, rhymes sweet as honey, this shit easy, life be breezy, got ya crazy, got ya mind hazy, can’t get this track out ya mind, cant get this crack out ya mind, its like you be blind, Baboon Brother’s Inc. contract signed. Ya see I can rap all day, ya hear what I say, I know they like me, I know they like RD, ya feel, ya’ll know I’m real, these raps ya can’t steal, mo’ famous then the sucka who created the wheel. I ain’t done with this song, rap all day no matter how long, this is it, this my shit, make a hit, this ain’t a pre-writ, freestylin’ this, sell mo’ records then KISS. I be reppin’, sucka’ best not be steppin’, teach ya a lesson, I ain’t messin’, sins gonna be confessin’. Ya see I ain’t done rappin’, hear the fans clappin’, not done yet, ya best bet. Sucka’s be appreciatin’, sucka’s be hatin’, don’t give a fuck, these skills aren’t just luck. Ya see I’m a killa, a thrilla, rhymes be as solid as a pilla’. This ain’t all I got, this rhyme be made like a robot, take ya best shot, got skills like Ronnie Lott. That’s all I can say, now I call it a day.

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