Departure (rap)
Departure (rap)
Departure (rap)
Departure (rap)
Departure (rap)
Departure (rap)
Departure (rap)
Departure (rap)
Departure (rap)
Departure (rap)
Departure (rap)
Departure (rap)
Departure (rap)
Departure (rap)
Departure (rap)
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[Verse 1:]
(How could you chew chewing gum at a time like this?)
Oh, you're a copier, a thief! I know where that's from, it's uhhh (Yeah)
Uhhh (You fucking retard)
(It's good music 'cause I stole it from musicians)
It's for your own good! (Stop. Finishing my sentences)
(I stole it from Egyptians and I gave it to the children)
Do you do anything- Fuck- Ha
Do you do any- [laughs]
Do you do anything but quote other people's words?
(No, because I'm a)
[Chorus:]
Phony, fronting like they master of ceremonies
None of you suckers can even get remotely close to me
To be nice, I sacrifice things like no sleep
I keep a library of lyrics on mic- (Ayo, Pooh, stop this man)
(I don't know what I'm thinking about)