Take One

If we talking paper
Am a stabler, keep my shit together
Last time I was on the losing end? I don't remember
Am not getting younger dawg am only getting better
The game is for the talking, serve it to me in a silver platter
I made out the gutter, getting clumsy Bitches trynna Chase this butter
But I never stater

Feel mr Carter in his prime
Am gone come for mine
And a little more, I might rob the corner store

Acrobatic with the rapping I'm a word fanatic
Niqqaz interacting with the masses cause they know they're average
Never too ecstatic bout' the mention cause it's bound to happen
All my niqqas suffer from dementia cause we hardly practice

Vision got subsided by the pressure now I caught them lacking
Moving too persistent for the climate, call it everlasting
Spitting, written feelings cause I'm honest I don't claim no maverick
Don't need no permission to demolish I just need an ad-lib

CEO, PHD in RAP
Pardon me, am working till I RIP
Catalog isn't big enough to humble me
Didn't go to college so the music is my faculty
Factually
It's blasphemy, how many of you
Niggers are gone bast for me like actually
Music sounds like parodies
I feel like the Alchemist, qualified Pharmacist
The healer, make you a believer
Am The dealer

Young prodigy, your favourite rappers they half me
Pushed beyond the peak and now they need me like amphetamine
Weird predicament I'm rounding over all their salaries
Chilling in a dark window tint, they only see me through anatomy

They mad at me, all em' fucken losers envy got em' that shit blasphemy
Lying on my name and I don't blame em' I'm the enemy
Visions never faded paint like Asians better value
Never entertaining all these haters speak telepathy
On a different wavelength they can't cypher my duality



Credits
Writer(s): Ngqiqo Somaxama
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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