Hell Baby

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Bear witness
 Watch me get it in like underage club attenders
 The roof go back like it's vintage
 The young boy's back to burn your village, the fire touching the ceiling burn
 What's God willing when HOVA retired?
 Now he back, guess he got some competition on his hands
 Who is that? I... am...
 K-Dot, I'm claustrophobic don't put me in the box with you niggas
 You can't categorize me
 I'm already convinced that I'm the hottest nigga out
 Any comments? I thought so
 You niggas is gassed up like ALCO
 Scared to play Madden on All-Pro
 Step your game up
 I'm here to fuck up niggas' barcodes
 SoundScan'll never read your albums again (whoo!)
 I take 99.9% of your fans
 The last one left is your moms (and she even iffy about you...)
 Ain't nothing gifted about you
 Put a bullet in you, tell a doctor get it up out you
 I'm 'bout to, send him right there, he shark food
 Piranhas is coming I put beat on you rap dudes
 I don't wait on you rap dudes
 Nigga NASA couldn't reach my altitude
 Sky's the limit, and your body ain't airborne...
 Is it? Are you?
 My real niggas, once again it's on
 'Til we load the ammo and drop the bomb
 I kick up destruction and when I'm done
 My city blow them horns, it sounds like...
 WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
 When they blow dem horns I'm coming
 Torch in hand-- yes, I'm running
 I told you Rock, I like red too
 But you gotta kill these niggas out the blue
 They don't see it coming
 Who ain't a part of the family tree
 Dude like Paul Bunyan, axe about him
 We travel like an ant colony, you can't count us
 Sip Henny 'til my throat drown
 New Benz, No Malice
 Count money 'til our hands get calloused
 40 caliber in the Cavalier, welcome to Los
 Angeles, you might leave with bandages
 Real life, no mannequin
 You pull out, no panicking, you better shoot
 Or have something fall on your rooftop, no raindrops
 I'm talking 'bout gold bullets and black suits
 No magician, no magic, POOF
 Closed casket fatal attraction
 Son 3 hit you like John Paxson, I ain't bullshitting
 Them veterans been loved 'em
 Talk about bars I got a life sentence of 'em
 And I'm just like spitting cousin, ciao
 No man get the best of him
 The way I see, why rap?
 I'm just wasting my breath
 Y'all don't hear me
 I'm just chasing my death
 It's all over, the end's here so I'm pacing my steps
 Try not to recollect what I know
 These pregnant quotes meaning, they give life like semen
 Be the reason my heart's bleeding
 I'm coughing up blood in my palms as I recite the book of Psalms
 Over a slow clap and kick drum, wis-dom
 The application of your knowledge is me
 Pay your tuition, this verse is like a college degree
 Y'all don't hear me, y'all feel me like a doomsday prophet
 When I'm focused, nothing under the moon can stop me
 I leave you off the Earth's surface, that's what you get
 For trying to test my patience like nurses
 This ain't a verse this is a Kennedy curse
 Put your brain on your lady's purses, you niggas's crazy
 

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Duration
04:35
Key
9
Tempo
135 BPM

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