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No, everybody think they cold When every body's in the morgue's The only time it's true Everybody fit the mold Lemme show you how I flow You'll see I'm unlike you Complete coverage, I'ma dabble in everything In this game before I get out, so you better go seek cover Keep the heat tucked, but I ain't talkin' in jeans Was in my genes that a CD could release, but they keep duckin' You flees buggin', on the net what a strеam mean If you tryna ride a wave? Comе on, buddy, I'm 3D And your 1, you're number one but I don't pop from the screen, seems That I'm not PC enough for Z for them to go peep somethin' I gotta beep beep, but I'd rather go boom Fuck the shock value shit, I'll be rappin' it true That's what it takes to make you blow, you need that for the fuse I light the shit with all the fire that I actually spew What's kinda funny is I could prolly be shockin' By just keepin' it current, flow like I fight but don't sock 'em Or bein' so polarizin' by spittin' the polar opposite Of what you expect to hear out my jaw when I go off with it That's why I'm singin'— No, everybody think they cold Letras de cancionesWhen every body's in the morgue's The only time it's true Everybody fit the mold Lemme show you how I flow You'll see I'm unlike you I got that venom in my voice, manifested from the snake shit Fanged fake bitch I had to cut ties with In combination with the rage I bottled up when I was a kid Finally found a way to get it out and not go crazy Not raised in a place that was similar to Jay-Z In any way, but the pain nearly fuckin' claimed me Addiction to fiction and bein' sentenced to prison Inside my brain and so much more, you'd have to witness to get it But I won't be a kid that puts a hood on just to jack it Run the headphones right behind it, pull the strings up to get passes Who get inducted to the life while he's completin' all his classes When you know that motherfucker prolly sweeter than molasses You gotta balance the masses, gotta keep it artistic If it's expandin' to personas then you being sadistic Yeah, the ill fake pain put you on, while the real gang bang end up gone Or they're leavin' in prison, now go and get it, motherfucker No, everybody think they cold When every body's in the morgue's The only time it's true Everybody fit the mold Lemme show you how I flow You'll see I'm unlike you I’m gonna go get it, the respect and my craft The progress is unmatched where I’m headin', in fact Makin' more than four digits, I’ll be set in my bag Where I’m pressin' the pad my pen, head of your class So then think about, the repercussions Of any of you tryna speak on our shit Yeo and Roll With It, leauges above it Soon as Embis drops the reaper comin' I see, no others of our stature in the game right now No label, no artist, ain’t a name I'd count When we pennin' at our hardest, best evade my pals We spinnin' on DAW’s, quit that bang, pow, pow No wonder other rappers get their brains splat out Ego’s get inflated when they bank on rounds Rather then lyrics 'cause they ain’t that proud Most end up like Jermaine and say I’m out 'cause— No, everybody think they cold When every body's in the morgue's The only time it's true Everybody fit the mold Lemme show you how I flow You'll see I'm unlike you From Letras Mania