Big 47

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[Intro] (Oh, we last eternally ) Dyme-A (So, don't go away) Never (Please, never run off with my love, baby) Sheesh (boom!) Uh [Verse] Jay Hova with vocals A Brooklyn Drake or Cole is what he close to I ain't half white but I'm blackin on the Logic or your Pro tools Got plenty styles to approach you Learned some plays I can coach you Amoungst the kobras and vultures I showed you, patience a virtue, ha Now chickens returned per due Reparations for records that I rehearsed for you Showed you all of my open views Followed thе rules when I choose to fеud To chosens ones before me, this an ode to you Don't let this GOAT go unnoticed, too We get the credit when we perish And our terms on the earth is through Big 47 for president Ya PEEPs know I'm the closet thing to Steelo & ignore the truth I am sick influenced by influenzas Music removes the mecus there's fluid on every stanza No vaccination & every track is contagious So half of them have to hate it The rest will look fascinated Since his passing, you act as an agent Tellin, capital lies for lower cases What drastic changes You found my channel unique then tried to mask the greatness Now you channel Unique and try to match his gangsta (Wow) Gats and fades and showing up at trailers When I knew you since the Polos & the Nauti coats, it's not your nature I saw the homie Marcus from the Chi He said "Your songs been fyi, but now it's time for some acknowledgement Maybe you should ditch the Dyme and Switch to Donnovan Truthfully I'm undecided, shit Cause look at what Dyme-A did Dyme-A's YouTube the blueprint for a lot of kids (Facts) Dyme-A stayed creative innovative with timeless hits (Facts) Rappers dissed, couldn't let it slide, so Dyme-A slid Bodies by the Duzin, on the bored cause of jobs I did (Right) Birthed Badasses, never learned what a condom is (Right) Bitch what the problem is? (Right) From my sack to tryna blackball? How sardonic it is Guess preparing them for the world is what fathering is Let him live? Going through Jay & Pac impostor phases But wanna be mixed with BIG, so bad That he fuckin' that Faith bitch But that's some other time, another day shit Like what Steezy saw you partake in but didn't say shit Fell from grace then diss the greats To compensate your empire dying Serayah's expecting, a quick check turned to wild firing Your power is not in rhyming 50 sent you on a dummy mission, you died trying NY's highest Giant BIG 47
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- Dyme-A-Duzin