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Kill a Beat 2

I bring hit after hit like a boxer You haters' inconsistent Everybody's on the same vibe Mine's kinda' different Verse hot, hook hot-- I'm gon' sellout soon as I drop Verse hot, hook hot-- I'm gon' sellout soon as I drop Minor in poetry, fine-arts major Doctor goon on deck, call this a fear-factor I'm going in, but I ain't got no curfew I son a lot of you, it's like I birth you Got a lot of verses, but this ain't a Bible Fallout when you hear this, I ain't liable Ain't talking 'bout tearing, but the beats R.I.P Didn't sell a lot of tracks, but I got D.O.E Put you up on game, my hustle's M.O.E Music over everything, ain't moving 'D' I got cash like the bank, I sell CD's Smells funny, tickled my nose, I might sneeze You would think I'm water, the way I flow I'm just like some dynamite, bound to blow Act like you're in a recliner, lay back If I ain't on fire, then why they say that? Feature, feature, can I get a feature So far ahead I sit on competition--bleacher My Raps' like a bunch of apartment buildings, complex Got chicks on my jock', ain't talking 'bout sex I'm so different, it's magnificent Haters want me to fall, but that's not how the script went Thing's fishy, I ain't gettin' caught in that net Just killed the beat, without breaking a sweat

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