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Yeah Guante & Big Cats Don't be nice Yo, I wanna thank my psychiatrist: His name is Big Cats. He's a hundred feet tall Run the MPC, all air horns and gunshots He'd slap God if the sound'd make your trunk knock And me? The best rapper in the multiverse You disagree? Blog about it, you salty nerds 'Cause I don't do autobiography You want that go listen to Brother Ali Honestly, there has got to be another calling for me I'm too fly (if falling is high fashion) If it's my time then ya'll I'll die laughing 'cause time passing can't dampen my passion I'm IMAXing right past your eyelashes Bullseye! You're good, but me? I'm magic It's Guante and Big Cats Evеry inhalation is a click-clack, (get back)! They wanna talk about love, so wе call 'em "emo" Talk about guns, so we call 'em "street" They say what we believe in, we call 'em "revolutionary" Talk bout nothing, so we call 'em "deep" Talk about life and we call 'em "relatable" They talk shit and we call 'em "fearless" Talk gibberish and we call 'em "poetic" But when they really say something Ain't nobody trying to hear it
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Credits
- Writers
- Guante
- Big Cats!