What You Want

Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
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Uh, looky looky I'm almost 40 and killing these
rookies
Han Solo with charisma but I be psycho Wooky
We got us a situation, most you rappers will suck
me
Now I'm back at it while you rappers remind me
of Snooky
Perfect timin, I'm worth a diamond in sales
And I ain't talkin bout zales,
I'm talking how I retail on the beat uh
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You must have mistook me for some type of a
novice, that's something
You fucking, I'm punting these punters
These rappers, they blow like they playin the
trumpet, no mouths beavers
Outrageous, WW F'in niggas still cagin
Some white pages where I pin these bars
You really want it, you could see them stars
Man, here we are
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Just arrived and I'm alive, about to dive in this
Like I'm writing a book and I don't know what
the title is
All I know it's on radio, I'm protecting my
vitamins
Bout to turn off my radio, get inspired to ride
again
Slice your flow with a machete, you're like that
chart, you looking heavy
And now I'm feeling victorious, throw apart that
confetti
(Hook)
What you want? I'mma give it to you baby
You don't believe me so
I am nothing like your regular average Joe
I'mma show you what I'm spittin this really fo
I'mma do it better than all yall did before
You can act like you don't know but...
What you want? I'mma give it to you baby
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I'm a connoisseur of the metaphor
Rap savage, not your average, rhymes incredible
Words appear in thin air, genie like Houdini
Revolutionary like Parker, Musolini
V on my chest like an adventricant to immortals
I came so I conquered, nigga in that order
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Motor City cobra, I could strike in any moment
Pear dope, beats mixed with bacon soda
My pen iller than iceberg slims
I drop gems, hit the hole and I'm going like
Billy Simms
Shock like a live wire
Hear the hum? Anthrax over the drums, come
get you some
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Joe!
Contaminating, infecting them like these
organisms
Containing impure, these flowing over dusty
rhythms
Disgraced, scandal, I'm unclean
Me and this new regime, we sit with Ello Heem
God made dirt, I gotta face first, I'm guilty
Big pen wouldn't play on this turf, feel me?
(Hook)
I am nothing like your regular average Joe
I'mma show you what I'm spittin this really fo
I'mma do it better than all yall did before
You can act like you don't know but...
What you want? I'mma give it to you baby
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Yea
It's the kid with the golden hands
Deadly fingers break motors, turn rocks to sand
Instrumentals hit your boind sales in your throat
Sorta like putting coke in your nose
I'm a beast, I feast on emcees
A nightmare, a Freddy Krueger, niggas dreams
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Yo, Remy and kush style, vision all blurred
Still on my square like a mason, won't slurr a
word
Verbs move too fast for adjectives to describe
A cipher with dragons, come testin suicide
I'm a semi order magazine, loaded and locked
It's easy to release 'cause my hammer stay
cocked
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I am legend, similar to blast master
Niggas scared of applause with a laugh after
A fantastic, meta magic mad rapper
Underground flow, similar to Atlantis
Barack bastards, battle axe to backstabbers
Spectacle's packed, you whack, you lack
standards
(Hook)
I am nothing like your regular average Joe
I'mma show you what I'm spittin this really fo
I'mma do it better than all yall did before
You can act like you don't know but...
What you want? I'mma give it to you baby



Credits
Writer(s): James Book, Adam Paskowitz, Peter Perdichizzi, Joshua Paskowitz
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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