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Correct The Prestige Lyrics
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Quelle Chris
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Correct The Prestige
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[Verse 1: Quelle Chris] I stay in front of the system like LCD We got connections through waves like LTE Like LB's brah, like Ice Cube, MAC 10 NWC These Michigan J's been jumpin' since legalize weed, no WB Hamburglar steez might gobble your trees Can't be seated with rejects please toggle decease (?) Pissed off like hitting the seat I've been waiting for a minute like missing a G Why you listen to them all them niggas listen to me We got muscle in every hustle Coco and Ice T When I'm busting my strut don't rush it Jojo and KC Ain't no killing my high, ain't no flow in the feet, I'm fly Take 5 come home with some heat They looking like rappers to you they like clones to me, asleep [Chorus] This party is bullshit This money is bullshit These labels is bullshit These songs is all bullshit I got a couple- and a couple and a And I'm about to get lit, fuck you bitch I got a couple- and a couple and a And I'm about to get rich, fuck you bitch [Verse 2: Jean Grae] Rain J doctors, pterodact' wingspan Beauty that's buried a berry a very the inn man A tin can opener with my incisors I'm sharper than diamonds With you conjuror, ultra-violent, so confident Ultraviolet lens and doing cross fit in a Gowanus warehouse Trainin' for the apocalypse Man, I'm not to be played with at all Even on Adderall y'all still so slow Come at me bro But now with your keyboard, in person Can't afford to nurse, you're social awkward, this a nurser So shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up And when you're done Shut the fuck up, and shut the fuck up In cursive Merciless, simultaneous humanitarian Syllables, syllables, 90's rap actual act I'm Perseus, I'm fighting Calibos up in a stadium Til there's just one of us, see what I lift Those are hunt and attack Bitch I'm [?] Model, 3 bottles I've got o negro One [?] I don't gotta live I'm from the New York days [?] monolith Pop in trains, gold chains, and a brass grip Got cocktails, [?], a dollar slice God damn, the 2 sky lines, I'm from Priceless You're a one slice toaster, useless You're a one night coaster, a lost loose clip Jean's Bob Ross spruce trees, pond trees, vermillion Cerulean, bajillion, the power ball jackpot I'm prisms of colors, how y'all that not narrow Minded, blinded, less a team member, arrow I avenge nothing, kill on sight Hold it down in place with blades at a pillow fight With my zillow lawn and Uber into your hood Exuberant as fuck, livin' my life as I should You dunce, you want this But he flick with Grae dialogue This really well paced and I don't mean the damn ride along Viacom, [?] walkin' through a firearms No actual firearms Just my fuckin' mind is on Pop a [?] for revolution sites you on And when you click 'em every X sets off a different fire alarm Air raid sirens, your time is gone Me and mine about to climb Why you cryin', whats wrong? [Chorus]
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