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The best artists and producers on the planet
We are the 3rd generation... we are the ones!
When I was a little boy the 1st toy I traded was a He-Man
I traded for a boombox and made some heat man
The kid that I traded later died of an overdose
Me, I turned addict and my life went comatose
I picked myself up, got clean, and brushed off
Rest in peace to my disease
You can fuck off
Im so happy now
I see so clear
Its like I had lasik surgery on each ear
Ahh man.
How she sings to me
I got my jazz hands and Im making history
Many artists and producers, yes they're pissed at me
Many need interpretation just to get my verse
But I aint waitin for intrepidation of a herse
I win the purse Im the champ of the good fight
Much like my journey, take the time, you can learn me
Im movin on, we movin on
Movin on (repeat)
We movin on
Im the illest, trillest, realest, its a see-saw
Twist, turn, crunch, break bones Im real raw
Dont squeel man, its steel, I could kill yall
Own the beat in streets
Whats the deal yall?
You dont know the type of flow that your dealing with
Im the top notch big dog durella shit
Im the realest, aint the truth, Im the proof in the pro
You's a fake, you's a flake, you so late
Im the ticket, you the tardy
Eatin so hardy
You's a sweet tart, call me smarty, disregard it
We the Beatles, the light-skinned Jay-Z's
Did ya tell your physical they all pay me
Let me relax and take back my attitude
I just had some concerns for yalls aptitude
Dont be rude, let them chill man
Its okay, Its cool
Ill exit stage left with my jazz hands
Doobey doobey doo
Bada ba baw
Laday daday daday