Oh Really feat. Posdnuos & Slug

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They say in the last days the father's own child goin to come
 Ain't no side of him yet, I think he's on the run
 'Til then the party don't stop, 'til the sun
 Swallowed a shot of Play Hard, now I'm numb
 So loose and ready to spaz over the drum
 Give 'em the full sum, so this genera-tion!
 Don't ever front on the Plug One
 Oddball out of the bunch but still ball with the best of 'em
 Been a pop off play to a U-G-K like Pimp and Bun
 And when I'm somewhere in between, still second to none
 When I'm somewhere off the scene, I'm off wreckin your hun
 He majored in thumb sucking, without usin a thumb
 I'm here to stun you, with the way I un-do, the mass thinkin, my career
 Is done
 'Cause in the end, your goin to know (it's just begunnn!)
 Head into the studio with the rhymes that's Homer spun
 Aim past the fame and shot the fortune
 In the leg, and you know he bled, shred in crumbs
 Swooped it up, fed some birds, put the rest in the vault, keep it up
 Into my lung
 Stop suckin in oxygen
 'Til then I stay gold like Pony Boy (they young)
 So who's the flyest and who's the highest?
 And who spits the vitamins for kids to digest?
 Who's goin to be the star in the sky
 At the after party, With my bodyguards and my stylist?
 Kid, go get your nails and your hair did
 It's cool your American, you can blame your parents
 One big ringtone away from careless
 So turn up the bass 'til it makes you feel air sick
 Life is complex, I reflect
 But I ain't supposed to cry if I want to get respect
 The winner gets dinner yet who pays the check?
 The internet got us makin hits with people we ain't never met
 Log on and rock, rock on
 And we ain't goin to stop until these motherfuckin cops gone
 Hopped on the stove top, stirred up the pot wrong
 Got milk, got bombs, we ain't got long
 I'm goin to party like it's 19 - never mind
 And take it back to when today was a better time
 Before the rap game became a soup ghetto line
 Before the paper it was flavor like a pepper grind
 What? We download for the taste test
 Yep, 'cause we ain't tryin to waste a paycheck
 Used to be the tape decks, played the apex
 Now it's all safe sex with fake breasts (breasts...)

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Duration
02:48
Key
6
Tempo
115 BPM

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