As the excrement assaults the air conditioning...
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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