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Don’t front…
Don’t front…
Don’t front…

Used to get bent, now i represent to the fullest
Pencil is full of insulin bullets
I’m like a doberman pinscher, pitbull and a rot’ mixed with a toxin
The plot begins to thicken, i begin to spit like vintage pac
Demented, demonic sinister…
Ever since the the doc’ replenished me the day he gave me that shot
When i was just about to quit
So to not see him with me would a shocking image
And i’m the definition of what a concrete chin is
‘cause no matter how many times you sock me in it
And knock me to the canvas, even the boxing critics
Know that if i get off to a rocky start, i’ll always have a rocky finish
Eat me brocoli, spinach, cocky?
Nope – but i hope i offended you when i told ya how dope i am at this
And put emphasis on the “dope”

So when names come up in the conversation of who’s the dopest
Better throw mine in it – and don’t mind me
While i remind you of the flow you won’t find anywhere when it fires
And i unload my pen explodes ’til there’s no rhymes in it
Reload in no time, let insults fly ever sixty seconds that go by
So you know i meant it…
In school i was so shy, timid – two pairs of jean’s i’d alternate
Bummy clothes, i ‘member beggin’ my mom for kmart macgregors
‘cause they were new – saint-vincent de paul
Those pony’s were used, and no size fitted…
But kissed them old days adios, i did it
They said i was a gimmick, now i’m the one that those guys mimic
Now you fuckers don’t wanna’ go startin’ no argument
‘cause you know i’ll win it
Name a flow that’s more authentic, and don’t front…

You know i got i got cha opin – don’t front…
You know i got i got cha opin, kid – don’t front…
You know i got cha…

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