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Lyrics

[Intro: E-Dot and Loer Velocity] E-Dot: Ayyo, I feel this right here. Yo. Yo, Loe. Yo, I'ma rip this to shreds, yo. [?], you got this? Yo. Black flag, yo Loer Velocity: Yo, true. Chill, chill, chill, [?]. No doubt, no doubt. Let me get it right there. Yeah, let me get it [Verse 1: Loer Velocity] Velocity, the god who you see in the flesh Change water to rhyme with this. Don't test Can I get a witness while I profess? A fifty sack to the fellow who can get closest Truthfully, I'm soon to be that bodega poster Promoting your liver cancer and stomach ulcer Sike. Man, I write like I'm supposed to host it dirty For niggas who want to knuckle up and prove they worthy And only doing this to be proving a point Make sure it's rolled tight, whether doobie or joint Dutch or Garcia Vega, "I" self from savior Truthfully, my square's that of blue collar labor Overtime-working, always curtains for sure Connoisseur of what they call "sticky raw" Shifty, not as easygoing as before that Kick-in-the-door, wave-in-the-four-four-type mentality Get you for your bullshit weakly salary You don't want the beef—you said you don't need the calories Style in these words disturb frequency Causing your cringing and begging for leniency I do conveniently encompass social Discrepancies as undertones in my vocals Piss on y'all corny, one-dimensional hopefuls That the song plays on. Yo, Dot, bring in the soul [Verse 2: E-Dot] Well, it's the [?] shiznit, black-flag-enlisted Licking shots 'til you ear pop like a biscuit Everything hurts, nothing specific. Focused and I rip it, but Still, y'all sleep. It's just ridiculous To me, it's deep. It's like a sickness And those that speak stay on my shit list Nice with these flows I frequent. Still, they risk it Spit it precise and with a quickness, but Too phenomenal for y'all to diss it I record, copyright, solicit. Really, quite simplistic Been in it for a minute, but apparently you missed it Skeptics have dissed it. But, as it turns out They were never realistic. I insisted that they shouldn't But they didn't want to risk it, then get hit with Force of a bullet that is projected from a biscuit Predicament worse than the next skit. I dished it Do he? Shoots for the three, but then he bricked it How big could a nigga risk it? [?] into all types of sick shit We thorough and got a thick clit, a hairy chest, and a big dick Girls in every borough. Dog, I'm pimp-slick Loose lips sink ships. Can't say names Legitimate, but, still, it's all the same Yo, liquor fifth of mint and Irish marks for your frame E-Dot rip it to you once again. It's on. It's like [Outro: Loer Velocity] Hahaha. Aight. My neezy, E-Deezy, take your blood clot easy. Haha, word up. Hot shit, son