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[Verse: Jon Connor] Yo, my thought process probably too much to process Toxic when I spit that hot shit They gossip when they hear me drop shit Problem is, God sent Jon to bring the conscience to all this nonsense Street smart and my knowledge is a masters degree in college Huh- I seen him drop out, every punchline is a knockout My bars will raise the dead, my next show I'm a bring Biggie and Pac out The flow will choke rappers up, like when Mankind bring that sock out And I don't give a fuck, run in a cop's house, with my cock out Around here we let them hoes fight, and be hoping a titty pop out I'm a savage, my throne is in the kingdom of the madness The people are drawn to me, can you imagine a magnate The size of a skyscraper, I be killing every verse Drive them off in hearse, put them in the dirt Now they closer to Mama Nature I bet your mama hates you, son of a bitch Spitting dopeness numbing my lips, while the people loving my shit Sav told me "put out a hit", it's like he put out a hit Dumping clips, I'm killing MCs, ever since I ain't never miss Look, more [?], I think I've got them convinced I spit a rap out, then they tap out, watch me make them sumbit My bars are hard as fuck, it's like they're made of cement Niggas fall off because cars and broads is enough to make them content Well not me, I need a monopoly on the game, that'll have me shopping In Paris, where the paparazzi watch me, WATCH ME! Letras de cancionesLike to look out, before you rappers get took out They can't read me, they're waiting for me to put a book out I eat beats, I'm inviting you to the cookout I'm from where if a nigga grill you, he'll kill you On the road to success, and the bullshit's in my rearview The flow is God-gifted, you're listening listening to a miracle The reason I dominate is because I don't find time to hate To the niggas that do, they need to hide their face and hibernate This a warning to anybody who's still snoring I'm your worst nightmare that'll still be there in the morning Connor! From Letras Mania