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You never seen a man so calm in your life They afraid of this might And I got the type of mind to grind into that white light I rock the mic inside the china shop and spit that bull shit, this ain't no bullshit It's eating past after the stomach full shit No eating ass, no groceries, I ate at restaurants They serve me well since I'm a baby of the Kant renaissance You may recall my marvelous reconnaissance I never forget, like elephants on 4chan Remember I'm a poor man, but got a fucking kingdom up in here Where the beer flows like memes, seeded without a peer See I had it up to here, all these doubters in my ear Tryna tell me I don't have the whole world up on my spear (what you do?) I Van Gogh 'em, pretend I don't know 'em Too busy showboatin' to roast 'em, the flames floatin' No jokes, see my quotes remain potent Even in the casket, I'll be one to close it I'm a poet and I know it, see I could do some good But these demons in my ear make me feel misunderstood Lord knows, my intentions are hood And I rub it in a little bit more than I should But what would you do if you were great and you knew it? I put up a page, I get in my range I open up a vein and let a river run through it You call it music (that's close enough) Letras de canciones Hoe, one two-'til my voice is hoarse Hoe, one two-'til my voice is hoarse Hoe, one two-'til my voice is hoarse Guaranteed to rock, rock, rock the mic Hoe, one two-'til my voice is hoarse Hoe, one two-'til my voice is hoarse Hoe, one two-'til my voice is hoarse Then take a pause I get my dinner on from intercom psalms and scratch an itching inner palm Give a Ted Talk about shitting on 'em and spitting on and on They wonder what arithmetic I'm riffing on They wonder what this written on "since when he get his Merv Griffin on?" I wonder who I'm pissing off Bump missives in the whip, run crystals for the glisten Dump crystal down the sink up in the kitchen I run missiles in my whistler Children for my pisser When these women call me Mr. J know I came to slay like a gay man Shade like a Ray Ban, you know I'm here to stay You can find me 'round the way like a waistband Writing 'bout my stay on some 'how to be a man when you hate man' L.A., the home of human spray tan Heard it from the grapevine in that gray van, with many a gray band I give a damn on some frankly my dear, whoever made me had some great ideas My parents built me, yeah I'm straight IKEA Had this voice to God since I was five feet uh Drinking wine, eating divine peeta Kissing that cross, now they kissing my crosshairs When I rap on beats that sound like a video game boss lair—shit In my pauses I hear Ric Flair trippin' Yeah my quips could carry trips like some big bear visions Yeah these words are so sharp I give some thin air stitches Got a hole in space-time where I state my business Hoe, one two-'til my voice is hoarse Hoe, one two-'til my voice is hoarse Hoe, one two-'til my voice is hoarse Guaranteed to rock, rock, rock the mic Hoe, one two-'til my voice is hoarse Hoe, one two-'til my voice is hoarse Hoe, one two-'til my voice is hoarse Then take a pause, and you know, of course From Letras Mania