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let the lights show when im spitting my flows as I go to the beat just like a maestro
when I roll in the street just like its my home in this city i own i sit on my throne
glisten and glow I flip and get dough switch the hustle music and my clothes
Legit with these poems these rythms and flows im quick to control these pitches and tones

Lisen im original I gotta kill these clones you bitches are subliminal soo let it be known
I been going for the gold since ten years old once I hit the road Ima never come home
go around the globe and finish my goal and still have my soul with a million sold
Lost in the smoke come get in my zone you ready lets go! can I get a drum roll?

shouting these rhymes till I drop and im dead just lost in this concert goin on in my head
Got skeletons in my closet some nails in my coffin and monsters right under my bed
trying to grow but I'd be better off dead dieing alone like I never had friends
forget what I said thought it never would end but forever just turned into never again

Muh fucka where ya lighters at?
Killin the writen im trying to get in position
To make it my living so where my fukin lifers at?
Might be the straw that broke the camels back
Tip of the iceberg.. it just might just crack...
Way im formin these nice words, is just not rap...
Just not Music... Just can't lose it...
Get my point? Im Bob Cousy...
Smoke that joint get drunk get woosey...
Ive been dope since girls had Cooties..
Might get UGLY, watch out Cuties
I do me, I do my duty...
you do shit, u dudes do dooty
I move Mountains,
dudes can't move me...
She do me, we make Movie...
Throwback 60's, shit soo groovey
Bruce Lee on beats kick shit smoothley...

Nah that world dont know me yet...
But once my set it done i bet
that she'll be reachin for my belt..
Like that Discount Double Check
Bout my Bills, Bellicheck...
Clinton Bellamy and Crystal..
if U try to make them bills
I'll veto that...

Be strong when im gone play this song relax got em like damn shawn when you learn to rhyme like that
When I was young being dumb on the grind and trapped so I stole a triple beam from my science class
Now Shawn is digital nothing wrong with that Now the syllables all match like my sneakers and my hat
So i get em in the back like a spinal tap Pearl harbor with the bomb the suprise attack

These girls never seen someone so fresh and clean so I get em on they knees get head like a guillotene
Throwin up the threes in the bean, six seven teen - I got kicks like I had the feet of a milipede
Hit em with the speed when I get em for the green and knock em out the ring in a minute like we boxing
Bitches you are not king,see what I m dropping? im the flyest white guy seen since the off spring

blazing and raving gettin loose and wasted This that new generation music for raging
Wit hallucinations the lucy is tasteless changing the game its the youth of the nation
smoking on that chronic weed puffing on the bombest trees lookin like we got degrees for studying in botany
People keep on calling me but im lost in the smoke so we don't need a fog machine

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