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Correct 9th Vs. Thought Lyrics
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[Intro] Twofifteen Twenty-one pound Uh... [Verse 1] I'm not a typical arrogant American on prescribed medicine I'm sick as I ever been Rollin' out of the dealership in a McLaren These rappers is Peter Pan, I'm Pan-African Space invader blackin' ‘em Mixin' Alexander McQueen with Haider Ackermann Real rapture in the form of a living man I don't give a damn, not a mortal could test me See, I don't get examed I'm a high priest and a wild beast Once warrior, now chief—the mouthpiece of the foul East And I’ma rock ‘em, sock 'em robot HOF, I drop bombs Any flow I got come at you like "dot coms" You should know I'm not, for the run of the mill drill I'm still trill, the flame thrower, the real deal I don’t coincide with the oddness Your highness is where the pantheon of the gods is, I promise I'm known for being brutally honest If lyricism is spiritual to you then rewind this I'ma kill 'em but it ain't about to be with kindness I believe the industry about to see a conquest Changin' of the mindset Money just a concept, never been a object Even when my mother was livin' up in the projects Now my ratin' is higher than young Richard Pryor get Still speakin' my mind, just in a different dialect [Interlude 1] It takes two to make anthropology The student and the studied That being the case, it is time for the studied to examine the student and to evaluate its own self [Verse 2] I said, I seen it all, I had it all and I ain't mad at all This rapper toss gravitas like a cannonball Stayin' up all night, throwin' my sleep pattern off I need a doctor on call to keep Adderall Position of my commission is trilateral You fuckin' with me, you trippin' for tryin' that at all I mess around, make the call, get the gat involved I know people, it's a small world after all My credit card say it's onward at the mall My broad lookin' like she Cinderella at the ball Reborn every January like a Capricorn From downtown, no Ryan Lewis and Macklemore It's yours truly, I'm Paul Mooney, I'm George Clooney I'm fully immersed in the craft, bringin' awards to me The bass player said he gon' sue me I gave the finger to him, the Lord gave a round of applause to me My soul winnin', I've been goaltendin' Cold sentence, scroll pennin’, nigga gone 'til it’s no limit The vision came to me so vivid My observation was if money for the takin', I'ma go and get it Y'all know my everyday lay no costume I murk rappers and they can't play no possum Another studio but it's the same old outcome I told my nigga Spon Vicious, "Baby, we got one" Listen [Interlude 2] Accurate scholarship and free, dedicated artists would reveal a singularly important thing Racism was and is not only a mark of ignorance It was and is a monumental fraud
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