Three-G Switch on the slugger, there is no other, Which strain to the brain can contain my pain today? This that three-D but I’m fixin' like sixty, ay- Tough with the puff in the lungs, and the stuff in the head Where I'm dead and that stung in the tongue But the stuff in my head never dead an never fun Without the cloud that is clung to the lung So my head don't want me dead- And that's tough 'cause I yell it real loud in the air And the power in the cells get real proud until it's sung That shadow never wanna stop with this stuff Till the work is gettin' done. Gotta play da game if you wanna get da word out Don't know what else to say (good luck, have fun) The way to the top changed- See, back in the day you had to run (run, run, run) Had to fuck with da crews you didn't come from (come from come from come from) Had to buck with the devil sittin' level with an evil eye- Keep ya eye out: watch the front, the back, and side to side Gotta rise to the challenge, don't be a hack or fly too high I wanted to play da game. I got to go play da game. (Ope!) This ain't da way dat we weigh out da name (Ope!) This ain't no fame dat I crave for my name Good luck, Have fun. Good luck, Have some fuckin fun. Never gave a fuck 'bout what you thought 'bout my stuff 'Cause it's enough for my ear, rock that shit in da car Blastin' it till the bass be bumpin' in my heart Competing thumps with the bumps of the bass in my subs 'Cause it be kinda like doin' da wubz (Yo Skrill!) Where da bass be goin' wub-a-dub-dub-lubba-wub-dub And it gettin' ill with the synths, and my melodies gettin' fast And somethin' just starts tingling in the neck down to the spine to the brain Until I feign that I'm happy to trick myself outta da deep dark depression 'Cause I do dis for me and I don't give a fuck If you don't wanna muck around with my AI shit 'Cause I always just be doin' dis shit for me anyways- see? Bein' elite might start to sound sweet when you fresh meat But it gonna beat you into that street, flip you off your feet, Grab your face mid-air and let gravity treat you To more harsh realities than you could prolly handle (it's a scandal) But none of dat shit matters. Gotta pose for da gram, Never knows whats gonna be in da scam- A mad hatter with da Cheshire cat in his hand Wit a white rabbit running, screamin' "I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!" I just try to state what I have in my hat (Even though I wrecked it with a baseball bat mentally 20 different times) Until I'm runnin' outta rhymes... Until i'm almost outta time... Til my breath release da sigh... This shit make my spirit fly. I wanted to play da game. I got to go play da game. (Ope!) This ain't da way dat we weigh out da name (Ope!) This ain't no fame dat I crave for my name Good luck, Have fun. Good luck, Have some fuckin fun.
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