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Correct Numbers On The Hoard Lyrics
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Correct Numbers On The Hoard
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[Verse 1] Burn the sage on these corporate waves They know I'm a sadist, run these rappers grills on a lathe Catching fades like baseball, I put em in a 7th inning stretcher Reflex measures are on display Toe-to-toe with me will get you gray scale On a white tee with black eyes and blue disposition Many parched bitches are thirsty for my position I flow like Aquafina, they watch like dinner theater Through a peep hole and grab the Peter And they still wonder why I like the surface of Venus, and getting meaner No amount of money is purchasing my demeanor I got demons, fiending for younger souls to scream I got demons, shit I eat with them In fact they're the ones that tell me if I need more seasoning I body rock the biopsy turntable All Cain and no Abel, all man and no fable Panhandlers are looking at my flow for gold Can't smell me, sniffing through a broken nose Throat stoic, ho, this is raw prose opium From open-toed blowdian, honorable mention Who started to get a name for fucking up all the sessions And ducking these life lessons all there is, is mic checking Let me catch my breath for a second... [Verse 2] (Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more, about crime no more) Shit, they just go to twitter instead and settle scores Your brain is looking pretty simple on the floor I'm taking Armstrong steps while you're tripping on the chord I'm stepping over your head, getting over these rappers Who laying with stale bread in a bed, y'all some vegetables Doing white girl wishing you were white girls Rapping with the white girls, dressing like some white girls MC's are Avril Lavigne And gotta do that Miley Cyrus just to feel like they're king I wasn't born with the scepter and ring, I'm a klepto Pterodactyl with 3rd rail mouth, it's but a dream You better realize who the illest is This ain't a game so I ain't fucking with scrimmages I can assure you I'm real Flash some paper and I'll start to appear And my competition wants to appeal I'm the best kept secret, tell your boys not to keep it
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