52 (Interlude)

[Intro]
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OE

[Verse]
I look around, I can see that you shook, boy
You don't know what this took, boy
I could write enough bars to fill up a fucking book
& still they’d be asking for the hook, boy
But sometimes you just gotta spit shit to spit shit
I write a diptypch, now you fuckers on my dick tip
I'm John Wick, slick, slitting wrists, it's a quick trip
I don’t lip sync, my lyrics sick as syphillis
& I'm killing this
Unlike these wack rappers
Who put on an act just to brag about cash they don't have
Was that lack of originality supposed to distract me
From the fact you can't rap
Half as well as me?
Cos I could be more broke
But I'm sure as hell not wealthy
I'm no bloke pretending to be something I'm not
I'm no joke, I’m too hot
I eat fire, y’all just suck smoke
Uh
Get the fuck out my way
Why is it I can only play your tape when I'm wasted?
No debate, if thеre’s one thing I hate
It's whеn rappers take a great beat & then they waste it
Me? I lay waste to shit
Impatiently pacing about in this basement
Apartment, my target's
Been killing your favorite
Rappers, cos half of them don't even say shit
Just in case it’s not apparent, motherfucker, this my time
All your rhymes are basic, at the end of the line
But not mine cos I'm
Straight outta Storrs, Connecticut
& for sure, my edicate's reinforced with elegant
Embellishments, in my element, I'm more than special, shit
When I go to record, leave them floored with eloquence
Yeah, these words scorch, & what's more, the precedent
I'm setting is definitely a new sort of excellence
I leave these rappers hoarse, while I soar, an elephant
Never forgets, & you'll get no recourse or benefits
Are you gettin it? Of course you're hesitant
But I've no remorse, boy, I'm coarse & reticent
Leave you sore with all sorts of assorted blemishes
You're a corpse & I'm bored. I'm no mortal presence
Did I mention my penmanship is heaven-sent?
I put the legend in intelligent, & it's evident
I'm no Eminem, but you bet I'm eminent
Though I'm not yet relevant, or selling shit
I still relish it, & I ain't talking condiments
Don't just spit for the hell of it, use some common sense
Word to Thomas Paine, & to be honest pain
Is all I'm dishing out, I've no time for compliments
Yeah
All you rappers are of no consequence
As incompetent as Congressmen, while I'm accomplishing
Everything I said I would & more, I gotta lotta shit in store
For any motherfucker who thinks that I'm not conquering

[Outro]
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Let it ride out
Yeah
OE
Shout out to Ademir
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