The difference in way of thinking.

Franz Nazareth.

Saikou no tsudoi wo ima!

I'm a king with no rings, but we can box in one.

I'm toxic, spun off the marksman at Paglados.

X Roberts, vile totem, swing a totem pole.

Cobra X flow, in the jack slow.

Government remote control, my brain power.

Rain shower, man and gods, what's the odds?

Even if I'm wrong, I'm still right.

Get large, seven wives, hit man, hit squad.

Dip bars and golden jars.

I speak a sunshine flow, throw a drum line slow, like gumbo.

Yo, my music testifies, and if it's not five mics, it's at least ten dimes.

Throw a rope up to God, maybe you'll climb this high.

In the treehouse, I'm treed out.

Speak about something, to think about a bleed out Flea to my house, hold a tree to my mouth

And now it's rain tsunami.

Hope your chain and all your property is enough to keep you on top of the water.

shallow take deep in the sharks in the water who run the sound boards from here to abroad while y'all sleep as if the lord had called uh psycho migration

So, next up is Team Boking, the president of the Royal Firm.

Yeah, that's who it is.

Your bronze, you're going to get a gold medal on this one.

Yo, Kroger, I got my thinking cap on.

Listen, look.

I will murk you homes.

I'm Muhammad Ali.

I will hurt you homes.

You ain't nice as hell.

You a comic view rapper.

You should write for Chappelle.

Let's spit the pie three ways.

Now we got enough drop up to pay DJs.

Punch rap with blood in a mouth.

Sell it on eBay.

Got G5s now up in the PJs.

Want to pour wool over eyes?

Go get a sheep.

Get a G, shell and hurt the streets over police.

Cock jaws of that white widow, write it on a memo.

Internet thugs, they get thrown out of their windows.

Fight club, I grab mics with Nike gloves.

Inside night pubs, we smash like bubs.

I break up like glass dishes and pass vicious before I bury your ass.

Any last wishes?

Dry ice, I'm walking your man in the fried rice.

With Bo, you could die twice.

The game is fixed.

They pull the same tricks on Zab.

Hop out of cabs right in front of Saks Fifth Ave.

Bloomberg, new law, Marion.

You should get a job at Pathmark carrying bags.

It's a bit hotter than a day in Nevada with a mink on.

Father slash corporate without the pink on.

Look like baby.

God, dude's got a problem.

And I ain't talking about mathematics in his album.

I'm famous amongst the streets and all projects.

The black Rick Rubin when I'm putting out a project.

See me on Canal Plus cursing in my sentence.

Smiling.

Medicaid pay for the dentist.

A dollar goes a long way if you spend it pennies.

Might wind up broke, surrounded by them guineas.

Loose ball, you could chirp, you could boost call.

Shots rain out from the top of the roof, y'all.

Smoke screen, I smoke green.

Light a Dutch up.

I'm cold-blooded, brick chains up in my veins.

Hurricane, hardwood wind done flooded.

Besides the shows, online sales, and features, I done made more money this year than teachers.

I hit the smokestack like my p***s batter.

Pipes shatter like pipe dreams splatter your gray matter.

When things get rough, pull something from my sleeve.

Longer than Joker.

Keep hope alive, lead with a smoking, a dissipated clips of date.

Escape and scrape the fish scale straight, move the plate.

High maneuvers.

Blue street pie for dinner.

Consider the center.

Simmer my lines like Roger Shimmer.

Leftover bread winner.

Alive in dead winter.

Since my placenta had adventure grammar.

My wildlife was trifled like a rat that's trapped in amber.

No one can sit on these schemes with pitiful means.

Put you under hospital beams and audible screams.

My possible scam, a sonogram of autumn man.

Harbour G Carver plans.

Why do we sit in stands?