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[Verse 1: Young Gordo]
This ba** heavy, elevator music got them looking shook
Out here rapping with no hook, I tell you that's that Ghandi look
Who needs hooks, when these Ali punchlines is so lyrical?
With this mixtape I'm surpa**ing every single peer and foe
Played the game but it's a blowout, why are y'all appearing for?
I'm the one that every fan in the stands is cheering for
I told them they can't f** with me, I'm guessing that they see that now
Cause they used to walk tall but I promise that they're seated now
Who am I addressing, yo just look for that defeated scowl
Shooting slugs and dropping bombs the newest song of Ares here
Ain't nothing funny bout it, yo these Spears he carries here
Will bleed false gods, it's exactly what Xerxes fears
Tryna show y'all that the poetry game is just too severe
Some say Hip-Hop's dead, but I'm the reason it'll persevere
I tell them "Don't forget me" like they taking shots of Everclear
Panamiur headlights. That's a bright future, deer
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[Verse 2]
When am I gon' ever learn?
You ain't gon' always get a turn
Chokehold opportunities
I poke holes in authorities
Pillow talking in these bars
Explaining all my fears and flaws
They tell me that it goes so hard
But I'm just tryna tell my thoughts
Depending on the context
My cadence hella complex
Rhyming with a concept
Various Range of content
Ice in Hart, but I'm moving right along
Feel the need to write a song about how I'ma die alone
Rage it on the microphone
Then throw my dogs the newest bone
Spray myself some good cologne
Then meet your girl and get some dome
Panting, pantless, panties partly pulled down, pulling her ponytail
Hitting parts of her p**y undiscovered-- Holy Grail