Stronger, Better, Faster niggas
Tell me who are you around
I don't have a heart I swear I left it all in cougar town
Hotter shit is cooler now
Solid shit is fluid now
Everything is fluid now
I just gotta brew it down
Stomping on these rappers
All their projects in my ceuticals
Rap fans be in famine but they happy what I do announce
They just understand its more than desk work at my cubicle
MC's wakes and funerals
Same date that it's due around
Please note that it's free whenever a nigga do a style
Trust
Why these artist rhyme styles need a stylist?
Better get your banking up
No telling who plates we taking from
Dope no weed, No angel dust
And me and S.S. got a banger-us
We should get it started
Lesser nigga
Step into my office
Took some looks into your docs and we should probably get them audit
Cause how the fuck you rap for 20 years and still novice?
Resurrected your career and got damn you still garbage
And no no Sacrilegious
But I beef with baptist preachers
Taking ass out they bleachers
And I'm praying for their daughters
But not because they freaks
They might have access to some coffins
So I can bury beats just for the cheap I'm getting smarter
Whore niggas, should never record
Niggas
All they do is [board/bore]
That's why I'm bound to put they faces in the water

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[Verse 2]

Me and Steve Starks is more like me and Steve Hawkins
Nigga flow so dead I be hanging with the father
I know I spit the lyrical the shit you never thought but I
Still take you home pop that __ till it's fortified
Know this ain't your ward baby tell me what you're use to
You cannot afford to be absent from my Ichi,two
This is all mine
Don't try to tell me what would you do
Mind too fucking creative
Drop that ass for young Cthulhu

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