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Uh, we going to keep it going and going
until I completed and happy about it. You know?

Uh, of a ghetto boy who grew into a project man
Brewster (booster plates), he used to stick his scissors in his sockets damn
that Project Runway, 'cause this is where my rocket lands
ain't got no problems, Houston, I A.K.A. rocket land
Events recent that lit a fire under him like and pans
rockets and I (eye) up in the sky helicopter cams
And you down in the traffic jam
here I've seen a bunch of fake shit like avid wrestling fans
Came up from the of the eye exam, zoom
Now I'm like the G off in the room
still hard to see me the truth on TV
or the roof from the sidewalk, I flow (floor), I ceiling
My mama said they me
'cause, I'm made from the best stuff on like Snapple Tea Leaves
glass is half full so I spit into them like Celie
no G, now you can see me
but your letters' (lettuce) still under my sea (C) seaweed
C and G but nothing me CG
all real, none of this is green screen
(Shut Up and Let Me Go) just like The Tings
I'm feeling a Mac, standing around a bunch of PCs
I've rocked it the shouters to the soccer moms
try to stop going on
you'll see the back of my like the tops of palms
I'm balling like the of pawns

circle of influence bigger like the ripples on the tops of ponds
Short-footed and War like the tops of bombs
Dominoing niggas, delivery is Papa John's, Ceaser's, uh
down your Pizza Huts
Plaque collection building 'cause, I don't brush my enough
yeah, Crack is wack and reefer sucks, you think this deep as fuck
but this my weaker stuff
they ask "Is his day-to-day 'cause this is like a week to us?"
Mic is shy and blush, I is shy (Chi) and he is up
I correct, me is up - no we is up - its like two of me
and each of us, rapping acid, eat up
A-Town down, peace is up, New to East Coast is tough
West riding, lot of niggas salty 'cause
I be overseas and (over seasoned) tough.
Everything seamless, WorldStar never this
NahRight gotta this, motherfucking genius
Brave and fly, you backboneless and
bunch of on the strip, I'm coming for they fingers
till what they throwing up is
Chilly Chill you this? This didn't make MTV's list
fingers, eating wrist, feeding frenzy and shit
Succotash suffering, Fricassee-en this
a beat media blitz
is getting feverish, pain is growing severe-ish
these the Peter picked
are at their easiest, Real Compton city G'in it
but I'm Chicago, house lights, bravos

Yeah, I'm playing... Internet, check!