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Mr. Killer, I'm killin it by the second, the realest to ever do it, my is off the limits.
Its, the real lyricist, vigorous, the vividest, visionist,

God magnificent!!!!!

Hi, Mr. how you do that?
I J.Cole, but them bitches like who dat?
To my level? a joint.
And I get like I.. flip a coin.
When i rip greats, shit faced how my dick taste? quick paid.

[Girl] I love you James!!

Its Saint Patrick's the way I the green.
Its dirty in the south, I gotta it clean.
Now I'm motherfuckers!
Look the peephole.
I vomit on the track, you could me Stev-o.
I got green, my should be Ceelo.
I'm knocking down can you see me through the peepholeee?

I'm the man now dudes put hands down.
Cluster phobia the way I standout.
Man, I'm just flyer a beehive.
Yes I'm the best Stevie can't see why.
you see it? I'm taking on the lead.
I grind so it is aching out my teeth.
It's Mr. Standout I'm taking on a seat.
It's cold in Miami cause I'm out the Heat.

Now I'm back my snapback, act fast, stacks on my backpack, blackjack, swag can you match that?
Black hat with the all-black
Looking like a Mac when you like a PC.
I'm on your TV, acting Cool J
Too fresh, stuck up on your like a toupee.
Mr. player, you at the ref.
And if you never heard of then you must've been deaf.
I ran track now I run tracks.
Fun fact ya boy sharper a thumbtack.
It's coming and its sounding like a comeback.
It's coming and its sounding like a comeback.
Man, I just never a day off.
call me "the beAst" and I tell em take the "A" off.
Take over to the shoe print.
J to the K, you to the movement.