[Verse 1] See, I'm a motherfucking lyricist, bitches they fearing us Back in the day they wasn't hearing this, now I'm the one who's steering this I'm self-driven, will he kill it? - That's a lyrical given New-School style but the 90's is where my lyrics living My flow is like another Earth, Second nature I disintegrate ya', migrate ya', then light-saber decapitate ya' In the beginning they said it was fabricated, as soon as the numbers escalated But these fuckers just mad that I made it More chains than when a slave traded check it I'm under MC's skin like muscle tissue, what's the issue? If you talking shit then Im'a hit you Grab a pistol then whip you, then dip you in lava, ain't no one 'liver Second I arrive I murder it, no you never heard of it So sick my lyrics I don't spit - I regurgitate them As listeners chronologically study my words, verbatim Assassinate em', the second I raid them like five-0 We pull off the heist and flee to Cabo now I mask emotions like a robbery, cause when it comes to matters of the heart Women will clog your arteries Visionary - V's up - Rattpack Young Sinatra, Maryland's what I'm reppin' Conceal the flow behind the image like a murder weapon
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