Avant-Garde

Check quick look kid that's up 20 on the scorecard/
I'm an uh uh uh uh uh
I'm an avant garde
You try to hard/
Your spirt marred/
Try to pull my card I pull you in my guard/
I'm an avant garde/

Don't bite the hand that feeds you or you'll end up scarred/
I really do not need you I'm a diamond shard/
I pull up with the pack they thought their trading cards/

I'm an Avant Garde/

I'm An Avant Garde/



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Smith, Jeremy Burns, Luqman
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