The Real and the Raw

[Verse 1:]
 It's clear to me these dudes ain't breathing the same air as me
 Apparently my clarity is bringing fans near to me
 Show to show severity, don't you know it's wearing me
 But I keep grinding on my hopes inherently
 Coldest flow in Seven Seas, wrote this soul of seventies
 Go for broke, I'm bending knees
 Hold the hope of friends in need
 The hardest working inserting no burden
 Will burden the verdict, diverted the vermin and murdered the circuit
 Biting emcees talk a lot of shit
 Bottle split, hollow tips, model chicks love to swallow dick
 Me? I don't bother with, barely acknowledge it
 Only thing I ever bit? My bottom lip
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 [Scratching]
 [Verse 2:]
 Literally I am the epitome homes
 Acclaimed critically downloaded digitally
 Known from London to Italy
 I slaughter these lamb ass niggas lyrically hypothetically realistically
 The trees glistening, the cocaine crystally
 And I am viciously controlling Boston officially
 They say you Jaysaun? I am I am
 Two truths: I don't take the stand, to bare love's hand
 I'm no rat and I don't wear no wires
 I rain fire, bitch niggas gotta call me sire
 You okay with them punchlines
 But I would devour your whole career in a lunch line at crunchtime
 You just nibble on your rappers, I munch mine
 You chew em too long, I eat a bunch at one time
 I'm Walter Payton Ricky Williams combined
 Blowing weed at the NFL come by to unwind
 You the type to be unsigned with hype
 For so long you could've blown but never really quite
 Doing it ten years and that shit ain't right
 So I'm cutting off the light, goodnight, it's all over
 [Verse 3:]
 It's an automatic slaughter, caught em walking, talking louder
 Nah I caught em, pop n' locked and rocked the noggin out of order, listen
 Been dope since the thin rope tied my tummy
 Write music for my fans not the pride money
 Building the career until the ceiling interfere
 I breathe out knowledge, put the healing in the air
 Appealing with the snare [?], noticed internationally
 Dealing with the fear, haters focusing on passing me
 Talk a lot of this and that, acting like their pistol claps
 Acting like aristocrats, fact is that they're missing facts
 I pen my soul, they spend their dough
 My flow's frozen like ten below
 The best in the game, best invest in the name
 Yes I'm destined for fame, rest get left in the rain
 Best believe the hype, I'll lead riots till the hopeless can see the light
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