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Thereâs more to the metaphorian than just a four AM call from your broad to make her torso accordion, and according to your shorty friend, I been making audiences raise up like doors on Deloreans. Where weâre going we donât need no roads, so tell your B to leave her jeans - she donât need no clothes. She can feel the breeze free between her knees and toes as I pat her Daddyâs back when we meet her folks. I beat a T-rex and rocked a few asian amulets, caught a little fame in the game and changed the stats a bit. You lost a few chasing after it: kids kill themselves for the love like Montagues dating Capulets. So put the tabulets back on the shelf and relax, âcause suicide can be bad for your health. What, me angry? Iâm not trying to be mad at an elf. You think youâre nuts? Then try tea-bagging yourself.
Iâm not impressed.
Youâre not the best.
A bunch of downloads, sending me share codes, career trapped in a blog, nobody really knows that youâre lost in a fog or how your song goes. Whatâs wrong with this picture where are your live shows? So youâre the best outta - âcause youâre the best shouter. Itâs been the best you can do, you got the best router. Illest amounts of RAM, processor high-power, laser mouse wireless paired with the fly tower. So this is rap now? Itâs just a bunch of crap most of you cats you need to crack down. Now check the facts how - became the straw that really broke the back, just realize youâre pushinâ wack sounds. Exact-ly. I can tell youâre happy with all your history downloads, but ainât got jack on the barcodes. Itâs all free - none of it gets sold, itâs so wack. You ainât yet - started with dues owed.
Old-school new-school need to learn though. I donât care who you battled when you had a permed fro. Iâm not concerned, watch you burn, rock it turbo, and run laps around the world before you say the word âgoâ. Not new to it, Iâm true to it - been doinâ it kid. Drop jewels on your boo so you ruin your crib. Dude - Iâm not dissinâ- sheâs an intuitive chick, so listen when she says youâre reading into it a bit. Letâs get it going, these cronies ainât steppinâ on me. Their homies are My Little Ponies holding the pepperoni. If only their persona werenât so lonely and âmethadoneyâ, their poems wouldnât be as phoney as Lilâ Kimâs testamoney. Keep it down - quit boasting like youâre hot, âcause Iâve been blowing up spots since you were old enough to watch. While Iâm signing autographs, posted on your block - youâre inside with your boys, posting on you blog and...
Iâm not impressed.
Youâre not the best.
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