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Certified and superior Emcee What better a way for us to celebrate and fucking roll things out? The crew is Ces and yes, we came to make the whole thing bounce and move your neck Recession proof pressed my band Maneuver luminous Plan to move it out the Midwest, Vancouver, Budapest Yo, I must confess It's new manure to address Couldn't be more Young Thug if you were in a dress Doing less, than a little and I mean it literally Motherfuckers grind Pitifully with a capital 'P' We don't associate with those lames I go in Lois Lane Low and slow my aim Slower and centered over your shoulder blades Godi throw grenades while hollering "Flash out" Start shit, chucking bricks when I live in a glass house With they pseudo CES weaponry How could they hope to have an effect on me? It's like a hurricane on rage hoping to wet the sea Tryna wreck a G Letras de cancionesThey falling off, catching leprosy 37 chambers, we taking them to the next degree I don't know why they doubted us When they bounced they sold out on us My day ones hated, but Mama was so proud of us They show malice to us, but the flow powerless The ricochet commonly come from a low calibre Ugh, the hate you gave No doubt I'm a thug Devouring y'all and all with the power of love Brother I'm back working Way that they use it, the Gat worthless Standing inside a cube, while they shoot at a flat surface Word on the street is to aim at your back turning Came in the game to outsmart stupid and sack serpents Jake the snake in the ring Iron sheik with a turban A fire breather, I'm burning, I find a reason to hurt 'em, word Out in the street they call it murder I don't know what you heard, but, uh, you're just a burger Mini-Meal and nothing further I got your star marksman clutching burners and pulling out Sniper harbour bullets bouncing off of Clark Kent All of the disses they spitting are so repetitive Niggas are nascent their knowledge is in the negative Just begging Without a fuck to give about what it was supposed to be to ya They take lame aim, and then fire through social media Ignore it until they fodder, I oughta be at a faction See, they ain't hold me back y'all just look at the main attraction They fucking haters debating on who's the best then Again I do believe it's easier just to press in Maybe they poppin' off, cause they wanna make an impression The day they meet their maker pray it may teach them a lesson They outside looking in tryna peep it You blew it, I am LeWitt, my serpent's are few and secret Decided to double diss 'em, leave 'em in disarray I'm dwelling in oblivion, dummies, bullets will ricochet And by the time you chime in you're merely a critic Everybody telling you how to do it, they never did it, get it? From Letras Mania