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‘It Ain't Over ('War On Our Hands' FreetheStyleMIX)’
Verse:
Never be mistaken, notice all the fakin'
Niggaz steady hatin', 'cause they ain't cold as Satan
Ninth Circle verbals, Dante's Inferno
Make ya' blood curdle, murder in my journal
Heart invierno, rhyme sempiternal
Deeper than my dermal, born in a wermal [wormhole]
Flexible, not rigid, gifted like Diwali
I— shine like Bellatrix, never one to folly
Lookin' for the hottie, wanna +grip+ me like a +dolly+
Lick my dick up like a lolli an' she thick like Mindy Kaling
I'll be jolly, –wit'out the white beard an' sleigh
Used to view in black and white, sight veered to the gray
Neutrality— stay off in yo' zone, I'm 'bout formality
Head full of dreams but I do this for reality
Full head of steam, see that locomotive barrelin'
You can get high, I just wrote a scroll of heroin
{–} An' when I write, the right hand is where I keep the peril
The Pentel just smoke like a heater barrel
These niggaz weak an' sterile, I'm feral like the Feliformia
You ain't got the swag to see my formula
{–} I got it wrapped like a tourniquet, mo' game than a tournament
Been at this for years, you– still need to learn a bit
{—} I say I'm hot, then I'm hot, watch me burn this shit
Zinger after zinger, shit's gon' burn a bit
–Won't stop 'til I'm at Bank$ level, skin like tank metal
Say what you want 'bout the kid but you can't dishevel
—Or disturb
He stay on alert, never get unnerved
That might seem absurd, tryna be the hottest that you heard
So pardon, but for me, modesty is not a word
Obviously, it's part of me to flip the bird
Give no fuck, 'cause logically you obsolete—let's thin the herd, uhn
–It's either stiff dick or cold shoulder
Heads up, bitch, you know it ain't over
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