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If I ever disappoint yallThen appoint me to the lord right nowCuz right now I'm ever so closer to exposing a culture, an unmarked source An untapped marketMy target consumer's consumed in the music of Wale's movementLove day coming soon, as soon as it dropImma bring back JuneThat's fire, and I aint even lyingMy revolution is not televisedThe betterment of musicI do it for the loversThe ones opposed: muh'fuck 'emThey cant touch usCan't fuck with the flowSelling better rap to an elephantHold up, a rat to an elephantAn elephant's fierceSo I elevate here with the presence of a ratSo every time I rap, big niggas get scaredHey, rewind that backYeah, I think I might lose emApparently they all Terrence NewmanYou can't cover meYou like a newspaper blanketUsed by the bums at the stationLetras de cancionesInsufficient to the winds, a nigger get it inThe city on my back I will carry till we winA 2 year plan to resurrect rapA Grammy for my man while I elevate the capI meditate fast and pray that one dayWe'll hold it down now too siempreWhen they say they hate meThey say cuz they aint meBut niggas cant faze meNo, cuz the radio play meOn heavy rotationAnd those niggas hatin[Gnarls Barkley chorus]Whats the problem is you dumb or stupidNah, ya'll just crazyThey say I'm too shallowAnd my material is so materialisticThat when I give them that consciousThey subconsciously don't acknowledge my commentsSo I've opted to subliminally slip content that's somewhat conscious Every so often, so it's really subconsciousUnder the surface it work like gospelAnd top if it, my topics isMore relevant here to the common manThere's a lot more common man than there's hustlersNotice how my commons ad I got bucks up (?)I got bucks on I love shoes and my MTs get it, if you don't get it fuck youI love food in a metaphorical senseWhen it's money on the plate, I shake, I'm gluttonousThey loving my composureMy composition book's goldenI leave my competition hopin'Soaking in defeat like pedicureGet it? Nevermind, you wasn't ready for itMachete sword flowI get into when the pen do what the pen do, bitch moveSkip school, nigga I aint got classThat's why i grab ass every time I watch it passI meditate fast and pray that one dayWe'll hold it down now too siempreWhen they say they hate meThey say cuz they aint meBut niggas cant faze meNo, cuz the radio play meOn heavy rotationAnd those niggas hatin[Gnarls Barkley chorus] From Letras Mania