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Silly these lames
Wanna relive the 80s
Ain't heard nothing close to Kane
Claimin Hip Hop but you all in Billy's lane
And I like "Rebel Yell" but I'm more Raising Hell
BDP, Salt-n-Pep
With both Spinderelles
Used to damage the Maxell
Now I'm Kony on these mp's
The Crow's on the gimme
I'm too old for trendy
Plus the boom bap is in me
Come off the top like Remy
Watch em dash off in a frenzy
Shots from the roof
Wipe em down like a deuce
These rappers are a joke
The punchlines is the proof
Lick boots and soft shoein it
They say the Dirty Dirty and kids ruined it
But they misconstruing it
Wack ass rappers couldn't rhyme
And y'all was cool with it
DJs can't fade, unoriginal producers and
Failure even at the end of the consumer
Ain't nothing left to do but to
Look to the future while we

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Too many in the rap game pretenders
Too many Master splinters
Rats being followed by shells
They hollow as hell
They holler and yell
Cameras only time that they real
Pose strong but them bars boney and frail
Lightweight with glass jaws
Them raps will get you clapped dawg
Can't stand sushi and you ain't even that raw
Watch you get dug in like Hacksaw
Pimp smacked, jacked in the alley
And then spat on
Welcome to Jackson
AKA Mighty Jafrica
AKA send bullies to damage ya
Make music to massacre
Words bend air like Avatar
Bruh it ain't in ya skinny jeans to rock after us
Too many cubes in ya drink
Plus ya shoe laces is pink
You probably stick tongue in the stink
Probably chatter in the stall
Tryin to catch you a wink
Hear them nuggets start whistlin
Bout to pop you niggas right where you think
You better

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Stog
You know the beard stay grizzly
Wicked artillery
Rappers ain't diddily
Ya fanbase is lame
I don't care if they feelin me
Fifth makes beats, I make heat
That makes enemies
Ya close too tight nigga
Who is you, Trinity
You mastering the art of futility
You gotta be kidding me
You wrote them rhymes in a Lisa Frank
Came from a sperm bank
Now you tryna pull rank
I don't really care who's the hottest
Cause most of y'all seein in mirages
These niggas ain't bosses
They plain junkies, Narnians
Peeking out the closets
Last night they blew white like the Dodgers
These niggas is screwballs
Play the DL like Too Tall
Orientation neutral
Hip Hop's Ru Paul
Triumph over niggas
Notebooks I will poop on
I discount careers
Gettin cut like coupons

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