Coming at you fast like my name is dot crash
smokin all them jokers till theres nothing left but ash
Riding in my benz as I'm counting all my cash
This is all pretends, I'd never be that crass
I stay broke most everyday
Praying to my Lord that I do it His way
Thank God for the day, thank God for the night
Jesus saved my life so I got to live it right
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Bring it tight like a finger trap - Chinese-stylin',
Right like Limbaugh or Bill O'Reilly,
Sweet like a sugar shock with Willy Wonka
and strong like your little brother's yellow Tonka.
I want ya to listen and hear beyond the words
Nouns and verbs, geek and nerds,
won't likely be scorin' with hot chicks and birds.
Don't get distracted, son, stay in the Word.
I'm the lyrical Chuck Norris
you can't ignore us
knock out stereotypes like the teeth of extras
my flow is silk the smoothest of textures
When hip hop looks back
it'll remember me as the best years
and the Jones as the best seer
vision to see he's the future
But few cheer when they hear
your cliched colloquialisms.
I make incisions, shine through prisms with conviction
to spread love with diverse diction,
colorful predictions of the yet-to-come
from these two, we who make friends with haters.
Not sure? No room for debate. Err on the side of greatness.
All the words I say
are already in a song.
All the things I feel
have already been long
ago written down and sung out loud.
But this isn't a cliche
nothing is broken this time
I just know a better way.
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