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Act Two: The Escape The rap master who turnin' masters to magic I do it automatic, my cloth is a different fabric Feelin' higher than an addict, been at it while they inadequate I'm mad, but you trash, if you quit I would be an advocate (huh) I had to get after it, I turn they asses to ashes, admit it and be adamant I see 'em like Adam and Eve, they don't believe But my word is meant to hit like a missile, never deceive They wonder, "is he elite?" And if he'll blow through the sky That's like seein' South Park askin' if Kenny'll die The chances are high They really can't stand with this guy or stand this guy But many still are Stans of this guy I played my hand, then I amputated yours in my mind It ain't a way I'ma lose, movin' straight to the shine And you can choose to pursue, you'll be wastin' your time He lay it divine, you tired like waitin' in line I came from behind and blitzed through Hit the three, hoe, made a big move And now I'm off to the races, he did it smooth [?] dancin' to [?], you breakin' like an interlude Heavy creatin' veteran, takin' over with interviews I'm not amused by the industry 'cause these niggas goofs Either they envy or they simply tryna get in the loop The kid been testy, it's best that you don't test me Letras de cancionesYou pass regularly, I reckon you not wreckin' me Now who's checkin' me? I'll wait The lamb sittin' silent, the lion is in their face I'm hip, niggas waste The drip got 'em tryna ride the wave, but it's tidals Not streams when he blaze Life is like a maze, my hand is on the wall, walkin' Not because exhaustion, I'm really about to start joggin' I can taste the victory, you be smellin' defeat often Bishy on the beat? You already know what that result in I'm gonna win, all of them wanted him to fall easy I saw it then, pardon them, no I'm not at all Stevie Wonderin' who can see me, the flow is the equivalent of Fiji Bored killin' this shit, no Ouija Huh, shit is easy Light shit, man N-O-N, triple 7 shit Yerp From Letras Mania