If You Aint

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The movement is clear N that's super sincere
 I been super abusin' these beats and loopers for years
 Bout time a dawg get a bone N step into the zone
 I crept alone and created a cataclysmic flow
 The picture I approach is vivid
 Inhibitin' visuals
 I spat sadistic so the ritual
 Continues growth
 I'm seein' shit again visions of my life ova'
 This shit is hyped like a nutty blacklight posta'
 I smash white yola pearly on the mirror piece
 Then gab like a white Yoda nonstop till your ears bleed
 They fear me and movement so they shut me down
 I don't need no local shows dawg look at me now
 Fuck that poppy rap im rocken' hockey masks
 N poppen' gats at copy cats
 That puppy guard the goal with sloppy tracks
 My words are precious when messed with you grant your death wish
 I'm blessed with a message
 There ain't no stressen' i'll protect it
 Back to usin' hallucinogens and proven that a living room
 And a few humans can create a movement
 Imma gifted muthafucka with a psychos mind
 I roll shifty muthafuckas that don't like yo kind
 I seen the eye in the pyramid it was callen' me
 Fuck em all honestly
 Everybody bothers me
 Iller mind wit a killer rhyme during dinner time
 I got the mind of Michael Jordan in 89'
 Still grinden' n ridin' on top of lightnin'
 I'm the flight plan that got you higher than them other kites man
 I'm nice man
 Solo cup crushed ice, man
 Didn't mama tell u to watch out for the white man
 Villain that marks a lot
 Person who scribbled
 In a million pavilions
 And is Killin all of the parken' lots
 I'm far from lost but even further from found
 I'll make the world jump around to the sound of the underground
 Half oz was prime but now I'm sporten' Jordans' 45
 I'm sorta like the sword and mic that fucken fortifies
 I'm back recordin' live the champ'll make ya more than high
 I'm bonafide, your mortified
 Now fucken close your eyes
 Fuck the mainstream and all the pussy rappers in it
 My mamma taught me not to move until my plates finished
 Yall bring a lame scrimmage, no skill involved at all
 I dominate the game N slam dunk the fucken ball
 If I could alter time Id grow up to be Walter White
 Id alter ice and multiply my dollar signs a thousand times
 Id hold your head for ransom in a black box
 N go live on facebook cookin' crack rocks
 Instead, my time spent craften' the divine shit
 Masteren' my raps N playen' back the live n hype clips
 Yeah, and if you ever said I couldn't do it
 I hope you're sitting their all salty feeling hella stupid
 

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Duration
03:19
Key
11
Tempo
162 BPM

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