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I got a lion in my pocket and it`s ready to roar
Live by the sword, you die by the sword
I got a lion in my pocket and it`s ready to roar
Live by the sword, you die by the sword
You ain`t ready, boy, you ain`t ready for this
You ain`t ready, girl, you ain`t ready for this
You ain`t ready, boy, you ain`t ready for this
You ain`t ready
I got rhythm, wrapped around my little finger
Sorry chump, no mad styles a dead ringer
No way to peck cause I got eons of methods you can`t touch
And thank you very much, cutthroat
Your imitation is the greatest form of flattery
As you can see, undoubtedly I behouve the masses
Classes I tutor for a fee
I give chills multiplyin and I see
I get nice, splice, be it dawn, be it dusk
I terminate feeble peasants I don`t trust
I simply pencil-whip, I scrape MC`s like knees
I got some planets screamin: E`s the beat!
You`d wanna give me the mic
For true, brah, I know how to handle it
My pockets are swoll`, bare feet can`t sandal it
At sixes and sevens, I`m callin spades a spade
You can`t hold a stitch to my boots of suede
You ain`t ready, I keep it simple, stupid, wait your turn
You ain`t ready, much to be learned
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So predictable, damn, I slam pseudo psycho bitches
I`m diggin holes, then I`m diggin ditches
I look ahead so I don`t fall behind
I`m icky-sticky, talkin short and fine
In my feet I walk a fret style camp
Tricks can`t tramp, no, not in my path I park
I`m like a lyrical, lyrical, lyrical laxative
I run MC`s fast asleep I walk in miles
And methods can`t quit-it-it-i
I be the sound of poets on shit-it-it-i
Nobody move suckers, I see change
I`m into forties you drink estranged
I rearrange your range to oblivion
You walk in circles, I pyrric, back, back
Don`t ask around, I blow the wind out your asscrack
I punk a track, I mack gullible cypha dude
Do tell a friend, I surpass any human comin
I be the muthafuckin lady woman
Uh, this is the hour I gain bigger fame
You ain`t ready, what a shame
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I bailar, dance, I take total control
I`m with a son of soul, heads roll
So the world wanna play my funk
Then ( ? ) freaks and chumps
Hookers in pumps, you better work
And look at me wayneh
I paint pictures of concrete
Metal I detect on speck
Hell hath no scorn like the fury of my tongue
Come kitty come
My lyrical status is above any pseudo-staged norm
Calm weather storm, I inflict mental harm
Why even test, I undress racial barriers
I speak in funk cause I smooth wanna carry ya
Into a place, I embrace hella bass
No chick on this planet that can stand it, goddammit
Dammit, I catch that ass like Pendergrass so fast
Bury the hatchet ( ? ) black skin I`m in
Black skin I`m in, black skin I`m in
I got a lion in my pocket and it`s ready to roar
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