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I can repeat the beat without knowing what I’m saying                                                                                                                Just clap your hands and stand dead beat's just a playing                              Don’t shrink or think just feel me and keep on paying                                    From the cantos to bantos from the pantos to rantos                                                   The desperate Esperanto’s all about the fat wrap                                                   They mime they rhyme fifteen minutes of their time                                        It’s money in the bank skanks let’s make a phat rap                                                               From the cultis to multis from the Maltese to the falsies                                   Words should cultivate and motivate berating literally                                        I’m not getting paid haters hate but that's my itinerary                                     Pull out your urban dictionary but listen to what I said                                        I mean what I say in a relative way this is to be read                                         Debating the tone you illiterate thugs                                                                        Meaning is out there not under a rug                                                           Your deadly lyrics so you got paid                                                                        Bullet to the head is all you repay                                                                          From the Maltese to multis                                                                                         From the cantos to bantos  You got paid

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