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Correct #TBE The Curse Of Mayweather Lyrics
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Correct #TBE The Curse Of Mayweather
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Can I kick it? Yes you can! Drop a bomb on they ass Son of Man, Son of Man Can I kick it? Yes you can! Drop a bomb on they ass Son of man son of man Can I kick it? Like Ronda Rousey Talk a lot of shit on social media on Friday Get that ass kicked Saturday Wake up Sunday, ill and drowsy Duckin' through the airport Monday mornin' feelin' lousey Yep, these are the breaks Yep, is it karma or is it fate? Yep, you're now rockin' with the great I told you motherfuckers me and destiny had a date Look, I came in the game in the name of The Messenger On the inside of my black trick bag I had a plethora Electrified the pulse of the game at the core like Tesla And penetrated every realm of society like Kissinger Special Officer Flowers in the army of the lord Commander of forgotten angels at home and abroad As sure as the Motherplane is the Throne of Fard I swear to go the stone and come home with the sword It's globally known, I float on the track like the coast guard Every pigeon I spit is like a train or a postcard It's magic the way I created fame out of folklore And got bigger than Tom Hanks when he was playing by the Zoltar I'm shinin' my light with the passion of Christ, haters The force has awakened, I'm brandishin' my lightsaber Starin' in the mirror every mornin' as I pause Carressin' the scars from the brawls and wars that this life gave us Can I kick it? Yes you can! Drop a bomb on they ass Son of man, son of man Can I kick it? Yes you can! Drop a bomb on they ass Son of man, son of man This is blasphemy, Jeymes, this is blasphemy I gave that lil' cockroach life, and he blasted me Niggas made all those memes, and they laughed at me It's World War 3, mothafucka, the catastrophe Watch the throne, my nigga, watch the throne How you gon' compare the king to a gnome? How you gon' compare Jango Fett to the clones? The game can celebrate today cause daddy's home He's got eleven Grammy nominations, y'all not equal Man fuck these white people! My grandma died at 82, scrubbin' floors And niggas still runnin' 'round beggin' for awards Is he Jedi or is he Sith? Is he Neo in the Matrix or Mr. Smith? I might be on Periscope gettin' pissed Talkin' reckless, contemplatin' all out war with Fif' Can I kick it? Yes you can! Drop a bomb on their ass Son of man, son of man Can I kick it? Yes you can! Drop a bomb on their ass Son of man, son of man Light a candle, mama, light a candle Allah sent me to smack fire outta sambo I got nothin' to lose, might as well take a gamble I'm on the plantation, guns blazin' like Django I know, you heard it all a million times, huh? The feelin' gone, now all you hear is rhymes, huh? George Zimmerman still walkin' 'round huh? And Trayvon still layin' in the ground huh? I showed up to the game with no practice like Iverson Now they want to keep me in exile like Gadaffi son 'Cuz they told me that the Rothschilds rule the world So I went over to England like a Black God and got me one Straight facts, I don't send no lies Ask Ty Ty, real black skin don't fry They scared of Jay Elec yeah and men know why Cause I might turn the Roc into the NOI Can I kick it?
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