Bad Credit is Better Than No Credit

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[Intro] One, one, one, one, two, one, one, one, one, two One, one, one, one, two, one, one, one, one, two One, one, one, one, two, one, one, one, one, two One, one, one, one, two Yeah, yeah [Verse] So called poet, negro motorist Intimacy is rappin' The Score together with your lover I-95 Southern Lifted up in spirit by prayin' black mothers A way out of [?] when the escape plan stuttered Bless the poor, bless them The last shall be first Act like I ain't been shit before [?] I'm like how? I only do what I must So this I will Original defect, [?] respect Parable in italic Deep breath, soft reset Show me your commandment, I'll show you mine Hold the line, that's not news, real, imagined or otherwise Cuttin' knives So I smoke creams, soft silk streams Simmer down, my lips smell of potlikker Mista mista, just a couple more draws 'fore we lift up Gouged by a riddle, splurged on the lift No credit, no verification Your mans over there don't fuck with me Meanwhile, back on this side Can't be mine if the balance ain't clear Time weighs zero There ain't enough Africa in computers, is there? [Outro] One, one, one, one, two, one, one, one, one, two In case shit happens One, one, one, one, two, one, one, one, one, two One, one, one, one, two, one, one, one, one, two One, one, one, one, two