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Album: Best In The Burbs (2010)

They Already Know

Yea, webby I'm back an I ain't goin nowhere count on that lets go
Still I'm off the chain webby need a leash I'm consistently givin shit that's cleaver n unique if you don't think I'm reckin every second that you sleep you basically played yourself like puff an get him to the greek now when I be spittin ppl acually listen cuz webby be rippin with grammatical precision adverbs an adjectives kickin all these damn vowels constanints till my enemy sweat his a hands howl sham wow salesmen beatin up you bitches cookin up a classic with this heat without a kitchen I'm original genius bring out a proportion an got your girls legs spread wider then air Jordan I'm ballin every single syllable I said is clear ridin in the Camelot stick it in the gwenovear kind aurthor flow on top like the northern hemisphere murder in the verse I guess that I gotta end it here

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Webbys on the flow hittin down low they already know it's about to go down bout to go down bout to go down bout to go down down down down an when I get signed on that dotted line they already know it's about to go down they already know they already know they already know they already know they already know it's about to go down

Verse two if your a mic then Imma merk you any problem I got I grin an bear an work thru so stop sleepin ill give you a later curfew not feelin it then you musta took a perk dude cuz I got everybody turnin up they volume cuz its about to go down like a log flume I live the life now rappin is my fricken job roll wit more bitches then racin the iditorid get it cuz girl dogs are called bitches the iditorids a dog race now keep up wit it if you cant follow my lyrics motherfucker just dance cuz my lines above your head like a red woods branch rhyming wit the best flyer then the rest steve corelian an the men men I put a trident to your chest I'm new school in the flesh n they already know they already know that webbys up next

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I'm rollin wit an OZ pocket always full of green Logan wit his dog tags on I'm fuckin wolverine slicing up my competition wit the adementium aiming for a title that never had a champion stay poppin ambient put me to sleep cuz with the adirol shit ill be up for a week fuck it I'm done the hottest dude under the sun my ninja's outnumbered haters by 100-1 shoutout to mac miller MGK wax and erbal T any white boy you can actually go hard its ok wit me I rep Connecticut exactly where I say I be an I got apathies blessin so imam stay ya see keep hatin on me you'll see the tables turn cuz Imma motherfuckin animal lamins term Imma scychopathic off-spring satins sperm so walk in front of me an will see just the way you burn

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