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Well it's that rapper ya'll ain't heard about Lacking the word of mouth It happens when you leave jaws slacked in a murdered crowd Turn em out, how I serve em crack in absurd amounts If raps were dope well that's what that verse about Ain't a better version out Work it out, can't a person doubt Im a painter and a surgeon when they've heard me out In they suburban house Or trailer in the dirty south Himalaya range with a hymn for any age ain't a bird this loud On an earth this round I'll out shout a bald eagle from the surface ground I'm loud Sure as a hound ain't a word to be found with none-sense Competence ain't a worry Im bound when the curtain is down Shoot, aim, can't burden me now Got a name you can't change with a personal noun Serving it proud got you cursing my style And I ain't ever shot a man in the back, turn around From Letras Mania