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  • It's Hirst/hearse verses and
    Murakami/murder coming rhyming
    All my raps is (superflat), all your raps is super wack
    Tell him that the future's back,
    DeLorean rolling down the block
    You can call it shooting craps, and my roof is back
    And my wings is up
    Kingda Ka without
    Kahlua, so you ain't got to pour the king a cup
    Young Yakuza but, none of my fingers cut
    So I can still sip
    Red Zinger with my pinkies up
    Made/maid man, you can call this cleaning up
    I'm OCD, I never think it's clean enough
    That's what defines me,
    I never think it's mean enough
    Lines deeper than those waiting on a sneaker, cuz
    You gone need two heads like the
    King of Clubs just to figure out the meaning of
    I'm just achieving buzz so stay out of son/sun way like you're drinking blood
    This is what it feels like to be in love
    I mean come on,
    I mean look at what
    I'm dropping here
    Do this for the block and the blogosphere
    No, you ain't ready for the heavy, so
    I'll keep it light as jogging gear
    I don't want the throne,
    I want the helicopter rocking chair
    Jay gave me a co-sign like
    I was Roca
    Wear, but be clear
    I'm not the air/heir
    I'm the water, fire and the earth
    That means
    I'm doing dirt, spitting flames and quenching thirst
    And plus the real
    God has been on my side since birth
    I hope that he forgives me,
    I hope I do his work in every single verse
    Now I might do a dance,
    I might even jerk, tell them ****** don't hate
    Only God is great,
    Enemy Of The
    State
  • It's Hirst/hearse verses and
    Murakami/murder coming rhyming
    All my raps is (superflat), all your raps is super wack
    Tell him that the future's back,
    DeLorean rolling down the block
    You can call it shooting craps, and my roof is back
    And my wings is up
    Kingda Ka without
    Kahlua, so you ain't got to pour the king a cup
    Young Yakuza but, none of my fingers cut
    So I can still sip
    Red Zinger with my pinkies up
    Made/maid man, you can call this cleaning up
    I'm OCD, I never think it's clean enough
    That's what defines me,
    I never think it's mean enough
    Lines deeper than those waiting on a sneaker, cuz
    You gone need two heads like the
    King of Clubs just to figure out the meaning of
    I'm just achieving buzz so stay out of son/sun way like you're drinking blood
    This is what it feels like to be in love
    I mean come on,
    I mean look at what
    I'm dropping here
    Do this for the block and the blogosphere
    No, you ain't ready for the heavy, so
    I'll keep it light as jogging gear
    I don't want the throne,
    I want the helicopter rocking chair
    Jay gave me a co-sign like
    I was Roca
    Wear, but be clear
    I'm not the air/heir
    I'm the water, fire and the earth
    That means
    I'm doing dirt, spitting flames and quenching thirst
    And plus the real
    God has been on my side since birth
    I hope that he forgives me,
    I hope I do his work in every single verse
    Now I might do a dance,
    I might even jerk, tell them ****** don't hate
    Only God is great,
    Enemy Of The
    State