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My nigga King Los just tweeted out he the best Cyhi know he the best? My nigga Ab-Soul say he the best And even though I think these guys are three of the freshest, ever I look at opinions like I look at lickin' an asshole, I respectfully disagree with that Bar Exam, where is the competition? Bar Exam, where is the competition? Bar Exam, where is the competition? There is no competition I like guns more, you the type to knife I'm more the candy paint type, you more the Mike and Ike I'm from the 'Mo, I'm more the type to drive the Ghost tonight like I'm the Poltergeist Embracin' crime like I'm supposed to die The face of crime, like I'm the closing eye's poster guy I'm more the type to hold the door, I'm nice Call me "so polite", dawg you Molson Ice Prototype of pulverizing mics, avoid life's Rollercoaster ride through polarizing alcoholic lows and highs I'm more the type to go incite the riot Throw hollows and watch them go in your body as though they got invited Not of this Earth trying to be godly of death cause I was Gotti at birth Might as well write a lot of these verses while I'm inside of a hearse Take your broad, show her more than just a front door and call that shit Lurch Prolly gonna be the first artist to add a body to his body of work Letras de cancionesMy discography just like a map to rapper body bags Now process that, I might just drop a track where Jim Hoffa at My nigga King Los just tweeted out he the best Cyhi know he the best? My nigga Ab-Soul say he the best And even though I think these guys are three of the freshest, ever I look at opinions like I look at lickin' an asshole, I respectfully disagree with that We can agree to disagree, we can leave it at that, or we can bet Even if smack ain't got the fee correct Any supposedly ill rapper can get it for free Feared, revered rappers, Lupe Fiasco, tweet or text Hand on the Desert Eagle squeezing the reapers neck We can go for broke til things get repossessed We can flow for keeps, go til either one of us slumped over the speaker dead You takin a decease in that, I'm hoping to be the next Greatest of all time, while these hard lines shake up the web You facin' an ethernet And no this ain't no Kendrick Control move This just a flow that never gets old, Malinda Williams in Soul Food How could you Violate somebody who got Chris Lighty wisdom, who never bluff Them twin rifles is coming out looking like Blue Ivy siblings, better trust Everything on your mind that be on your lap like private dancers trappin I'll put three in your cap, it's not a good time to try and Chance the rapper Nah, I'm old school, still trying to dance with Patra Hoes finding Vanity from The Last Dragon tryin' to romance the master You need to hire a yes man to talk you off your competitve edge My foot on the ledge tripping on all these woulda been, coulda been, shoulda been terrace(?) Nobody round this bitch is better than me You the competition? Only props I'll give is you bout good as dead I don't do memes and bickering, I see you out swing for the fences I don't like coonin' unless you Mary Blige singing for chicken Y'all hopeless, every time y'all spit it I just envision lies The gods focus, I ball doper than Lamar Odom already wishin' a nigga would Like Charles Oakley, in the Wizard of Oz My niggas got they rags and sticks in the sky, like they hitchin' a ride Uh, I'm sitting here counting this grip cuz I be standing for change This bigger than any kind of redemption this is Andy Dufresne The flyest nigga livin' reside inside the land of the fame Birthday instead of cake, I keep a pie lit like I'm landin' a plane Bar Exam 4, this is the "There is No Competition Edition", my nigga Bar Exam 4, this is the "There is No Competition Edition", my nigga Bar Exam 4, this is the "Where is the Competition Edition", my nigga Bar Exam 4, this is the "Where in the Fuck is the Competition", nigga From Letras Mania