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Push me over the edge, you gon' get a rock slide Allow me to cut up, you gon' need peroxide Drop heat on the street, get fried while blazing By now my style is eyebrow-raising Long awaited, so many songs is dated You looked at me as if I'm wrongly stated, huh? You mad peeved cause I make my riches rain Plus I'm on your bitch's brain like it's stitches in a bad weave Yo, I tell a wack nigga go (Go) You think the flow blow, wait until the solo Carry a four-four, hate the po-po My bro is low pro, chopping more bricks than a dojo The dog is out the trap fence, you're perhaps tense Cause you ain't rap, you just yapped since my absence So hi haters I'm back off hiatus With my latest, mega-fly so why rate this? I, your worst case scenario in stereo Tailor make your suit so you can wear it for your burial What I said was over your head so call it aerial I stay sitting on top, position where the cherry go What I spit inside the booth's bananas I won't up and disappear, go poof and vanish But on the real, I'm for the legacy and culture You beg to be the joker, then you're egging me to yoke ya You pull a girl but I get 'em in plural, I'm thorough And from behind I make 'em curl like they hurled to earl The way you bust in this rap world is sterile And when I take you out you still gon' be twirled to swirl