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They dont want it, ill tell em before i left

That i still do it just to prove that i do it amongst the best

I ruin it every take, they losing and catching breath

Im choosing to final nail the coffin like it was sex/ (aye)

Wrote a lot of records, party, nothing less

But part of me partial to parting the sea because i targeted

The part that only a marksman could see, i spark on a beat

Show em i still value the artistry of the flex/ (yeah)

Flip words as if verbs could hit worse

And spit, sure, and cross me, crucifix burns

I switch words as if nerds could in turn

Just discern, and lost me, in the scriptures