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Grrt!
You can depend on the sun to rise and set
Not too many things are guaranteed in life
The hands of time don't stretch
Prepare for rainy days, so I won't be inclined in debt
And things'll come along when the stars align and set
And when that flame start to catch
All I do is write war rhymes
I could be locked up or go to jail for war crimes
I remain active, beatin' beats up for practice
And holdin' mics captive
Gladiator style like a combatant
A silverback, Crucible Axe, I'm takin' action
You fall into traps tryna relax, we get to taxin'
Don't go chasin' waterfalls, you movin' too fast
Tried to go against the Dump Gawds, I knew he would crash (hahaha)
I knew he would crash (uh-huh, word)
I just knew he wouldn't last (me neither)
Disrespect 'em, spit on 'em, hock-tooey his ass
Beat you bad dressed in Gucci in Gap
I only write to the grooviest jazz, Uzi the strap
Flip the target's stupid-ass with my gluteus max, haha
Thugged-out moves 'cause I'm brash, tool on my lap
Two packed in the boot, straps that I'll use in a flash
I'm drivin' drunk, jet fuel on the dash
Cooler than Max Julien in the past
My house like Cam's, get my pool in the back
I'm tap dancin' on the powder blocks, my shoes gettin' gnashed
My plug Nubian, but the 'caine Peruvian, haa?
Supreme shoes is a rack, my fit is two and a half
I see you doin' bad, haha
Eastside