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Check, check Yeah One-two, one-two Here we go DOOM So happy i got through Tell me it's not true That you got fuckin' deported Talk about retarded I bought two of your last seven inches It's my lunch hour I brought nothin' but gun powder But ya gotta tell me, what's new I got a lot to do It came as quite a shock When i heard my man doin' the inside-a talk On a podcast sayin' you got writer's block So i thought i would write you this letter Who knows, maybe ya could even light a spark I just got my eyebrows trimmed And now i look 25 again My boys are not 5 and 10 Their 10 and 8 And neither are ever gonna menstruate How the hell do you live away from your babies I'd rather try and pay for a Mercedes In other words, sounds like a bad deal As a dad, i can't even imagine how you feel It defies the social contract What's up with the bi-coastal contact The telepathy signals got disrupted transatlantic My bars cause other emcees stands a panic Ha ha made ya clap Hey Sway how's the state of rap Pretentious, facetious, empty i hate you Questlove gave me a gang of beats when my 2nd son was born And i've been makin' demos since, the kind of under perform But yo i'm workin' on em, i'm makin' progress I'm the trifecta, i got a crazy process I'm still obsessed with rhymes and that'll never stop But supportin' a family in brooklyn And makin' a worried, good-looking women happy makes my head pop But trust me, my new joints can make a dead cop do the wop I'm a rap bat from back when tap that didn't mean snapchat Plus i'm workin' on YOUNGMAN with Paul And i should have somethin' bumpin' by fall And somethin' to see, a bump (diddley?) Talk about good company The men behind the cameras coach ryan My sons baseball coach He and his team took down sheldon silver A felon super villager Now a fallen figure Made a fuss, later cuz You the greatest there ever was Well second greatest, rakim's number one The (quote go roll now monarun?)