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They can't cope with his focus,
Poaching the slow poke jokers, most dopest
Smokeless, with the tunes the coon's pooping,
ruthless, no stooping to the known stupid bros
Scooping doo doo rappers, lupus lyrics, doomed your crap is,
Fool to masses, schooling jackers, casting ghoulish laughter
Who cares what your crew wears,
we kick cruel stares, skate, and groove over new snares
Deadxbeat sent the heat though,
Beast of the east coast, most peeps is sleep? Oh
Whatever yo, steady with the letter chokehold
Host of the cold flows, the most loco local,
Mostly low when the promo is in slow mo,
Still roasting, get a whiff of this piff potion
Disposed of those avid back stabbers,
Trash em by the masses, kicking all average asses
Assert his worth to earth, absurd?
You can kiss curbs or lick dirt,
he slip herb into the slick words,
Not a fan of those who throw shade, usually the most lame
Hate cuz they know this cocaine
Scattered raps, raddest chatter, matter he does,
Never seen a teen as clean as me you can speak of, eureka,
Sneak dissers and leech niggas meet defeat quicker
Give em jitters, hip to quitting, spitting kin to rivers
It's the sticky rap arachnid,
Racking hits, get ya shit smashed by some black timbs,
It's the sticky rap arachnid,
Rack hits, get ya shit smashed by some black timbs
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Bootleg,
released December 1, 2015
Produced by Deadxbeat
Mixing/Mastering: Cameron Butler
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