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Yo, this the type of shit to make you curb stomp a newborn baby

Goddamn, Jasiah

You on this bih like a crazy washing machine (yuh, ayy, ayy)

Goddamn (what? What? What? Yuh)

When the beat gon' drop?

This a art of war, all fair in the hailstorm (yeah, yeah)

Get your bag, boy

This that shit that keep your head strong (boom, boom, boom, boom)

This a bad noise, this that shit that keep your head strong (grra)

Get ya mad, boy

This that shit that keep your head strong (pa-pa-pa-pa)

This a art of war, all fair in the hailstorm (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Get your bag, boy

This that shit that keep your head strong

This a bad noise

This that shit that keep your head strong (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Get ya mad, boy

This that shit that keep your head strong (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I keep the piece like them peoples in Canada

Throwin' up guns but I ain't talkin' ugala

I get the paper, same color arugula

If it's a battle, I'm crashing your nebula

Angel of Death, better known as the messenger

I kill your favorite rapper and his manager

I grab the mic and I'll damage ya

Super Saiyan stamina, my clip is long like et cetera

I don't play with niggas like a racist gamer

If my name on the feature then you endangered

Go the hardest in war with my face painted

Sum me up in two words, insane and famous

Been a decade and I'm still bangin'

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