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[Bro A.A Rashid] Hey, I’ve been talkin’ to you, man I say, yo, yo, yo, listen All this old gorilla shit you tryin’ to spin everybody with Ain’t gonna have none with that old bullshit man Nigga don’t believe that shit No how, leave the fuck outta here with that old cornball bullshit Man, this shit is art, nigga You understand? Don’t lose sight of your motherfucking Artistic contributions, nigga And I can see it That’s why y’all niggas raps is wack Niggas raps is mad wack Niggas be sending me (laughs) music I be like this nigga shit is corny Ehh No art. Niggas ain’t go no art in this shit Then nigga goes, then nigga go Will send you pictures of shit Hey, nigga send you pictures shit Nigga I said Man, what the fuck is this shit here this nigga got on here, nigga? You crazy motherfucker With this old wild ass shit You told me you wouldn’t nigga that Listen to your shit nigga You missed the first three periods of school, nigga You went right to lunch You missed the first three fucking classes Art, theater, fashion, nigga You a theatrical performer, stop frontin’ ‘Cause it ain’t but only a few of you motherfuckers Really did what you say you would do Ha. You know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout? ‘Cause, eh, you know Everybody is tryin’ to keep it real And I’m tryin’ to figure out what the fuck is real nowadays [?] keepin’ it real Shit Shit Niggas keepin’ it real dirty [?] niggas in the motherfucking music videos Step, Runnin’ ‘round, jumpin’ ‘round and shit Pointin’ their hands like they got Hammers and shit at the screen and shit Yellin’ at me and shit I’m like, man, what the fuck you want me to do You want my money Was it a stickup, or this is what Yeah, art ‘Cause it ain’t art, nigga you look crazy as fuck Niggas need to go back to them old budget nigga When they, when they [?] niggas five hundred thousand Of ‘em, a mil, two mil Nigga to make these [?] These nigga runnin’ ‘round [?] on me (hmm) With all this old stupid shit flat shit Belts Niggas then didn’t, no whips or nothin’ Talkin’ ’bout hey, look, look at me I’m gonna run ‘em down, nigga And all this other shit They, hey, look, look, bro Art, fashion, nigga Get your fucking weight up You nigga need to go to school You nigga might need to go to school No bullshit ‘Cause your raps is wack You ain’t got words You niggas ain’t got no words I said, what the fuck rhymes with that That Niggas crazy Ha, hahaha Fashion You gonna curate your art, nigga You better tell these niggas why you do what you do ‘Cause, they ain’t nobody gonna be there that Explain that shit You need rhetoric Who told you rhetoric was a bad word Niggas don’t read enough Listen Rhetoric means persuasive language If you wanna sell music, don’t just be makin’ music ‘Cause you like to make music, nigga Make music to sell music, nigga [?] And then we’ll see if you nice, nigga If somebody’ll buy that stupid ass shit you talkin’ ‘bout Miss me with that shit Niggas [?] Man, that’s me, that’s my [?] That’s my [?] Westside Gunn With another one Straight classic legend, classic legend Classic art legend, legend Beyond supreme, beyond all that shit Next level You already know what the fuck it is Niggas is done Westside Gunn