Let me take you to the rap game,
Where it's shadier than Slims last name,
Clinch that fame, get the pink champagne
Pour it on the women till you get that brain.
No it aint about that, looking for the cheddar,
Well that's bound to get a mouse trapped,
Oh you know I aint the uno,
Billionaire? Don't wanna be it I aint Bruno
Like cluedo, it's a game full of mystery
Every rapper wants to rock a chain like Mr T.
And I could burst into flames,
Still my competition wouldn't even care to piss on me,
Survival of the fittest,
Some use a microphone, a bible and a snickers
Preaching with their bars,
I aint a fan but I'm reaching for the stars
Or to venus or to mars, and by that I mean the charts
You see to me the three of them are equally as far
Listen to you, speaking like your hard...

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I'm like who the fuck are you?
Piling on the pressure
Like your trying to make me buckaroo
Mate your mother shoulda smothered you,
I'm better than your uncles, and your cousins...
And your brothers crew,
Take away the facade, and now your saying nothing
Like we're playing charades...
Seven words, eleven syllables
'If your writing you better be original'
I'm the kid getting lyrical for loot
Don't play me if your slow, like trivial pursuit
I make killings with a rhythm and a loop
So shine my shoes, or I'm giving you the boot
Oh, and I'll be the tophat,
Like monopoly, my property your stopped at
And by that I mean the studio
Listeners I'm leaving animated like its yugioh
Nobody move, until I'm giving you the cue to go,
For me to find out and for you to know
Is how to lose your flow, then I hear the loser go...

Read the paper, see the world gets raw
Love your neighbor, fuck the girl next door
Which one of them are you?
If she's from movie then I'm probably the two,
Sorry that's just a little joke,
Blame it on the fact that my liver's looking liquor soaked
At least I aint sniffing coke,
Don't drop me, like soap in the prison folks
You need to clear the way,
Tell my mum, her son is coming up,
It's really nearly day,
I flow well saying what a lot of peers will fear to say,
Treat the rap game like a hotel I'm here to stay
Yeah, I'm happy with a double bed
More space for my arrogant and troubled head
And that's where the lyrics are
So I'm gonna need a pot of ink in the mini bar..