I'm the realest here, no need for actin

They thinkin I'm the saviour, it must be the passion,

no wonder all o y'all bashin.

See, I flow from the temple, so u know who the truth be,

your direction's too simple, go find where your crew be,

bunch o *******, I'll turn y'all to groupies.

Have u outclassed and I ain't talkin school fees,

I mean, I'm all in and I always outlast;

I rap about the year 3000, I'm so advanced,

they have no other choice but to dub me Outkast.

Put that heat in your face, give you a hot flash;

then I'm on an electric blanket wit a hot ***.

My pen makes movements none o y'all can grasp,

I'm so gifted I don't even try to rap.

Callin the shots, I'm a Hitman on a beat,

call the cops, cause all you *****es gettin is beat;

Give cats dejavu how they always keep me on repeat.

How does that do?
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