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Journees Lyrics
[Verse:]
I rap with the presence and power of the last Mohicans
Devour your team, loved ones, and competition in sequence
Young nigga from VA causing shorties to pop they pussy
Aspire to be like Malcolm cuz mama said that I could be
Spent nights steady shadowboxing my conscience
Death threats to my impulses, Rebuttals to my responses
Killed my sense of restraint, instilled my index with hate
And redirected my focus to settin flames to impostors
It's the mad prolific, cataclysmic, smokin while I'm smashing women
Coolin while maneuvering flows with a bastard's vision
Fatherless, who else but the blunted scribe
Gifted with precision lacing venom with a hunter's stride
Any nigga would be foolish to try and go mano y mano
Get clowned and fried, no Ronald McDonald
My shorty features like Jesse Spano
Establishing my cause and presenting my excellence nigga that's the motto
I rap with the presence and power of the last Mohicans
Devour your team, loved ones, and competition in sequence
Young nigga from VA causing shorties to pop they pussy
Aspire to be like Malcolm cuz mama said that I could be
Spent nights steady shadowboxing my conscience
Death threats to my impulses, Rebuttals to my responses
Killed my sense of restraint, instilled my index with hate
And redirected my focus to settin flames to impostors
It's the mad prolific, cataclysmic, smokin while I'm smashing women
Coolin while maneuvering flows with a bastard's vision
Fatherless, who else but the blunted scribe
Gifted with precision lacing venom with a hunter's stride
Any nigga would be foolish to try and go mano y mano
Get clowned and fried, no Ronald McDonald
My shorty features like Jesse Spano
Establishing my cause and presenting my excellence nigga that's the motto
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