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This is it
'The best way to find out if a person is dreaming is to wake them up, and ask them'
Red: From now on, rap foe prey/pray to supreme pen Must mean something like a Cathode Ray's beam bend The Zen militant Pen hits it's an ill event Some fritter still, he spit with skill intent Maybe it'll make him, maybe it'll break him bent Spend every cent, leave him asking where the aspirin went Rasping amassing mass crowds of followers Last to leave class, teacher clapping like, 'Bravo sir!' Certainly not least, sucka MCs the denominator
'Greased hair, Red, the dominator'
Killing trees, bombing paper, psalm assassinator Pass him later, like 'Aye! You're that guy!' Quasi-fly gigs front big like a bonsai Not I, strict fan fiction flow sci-fi From outta the atmosphere Bouts bat doubts to the clouds, I'm outta here
But not before all listeners said I'm mint Tectonics isn't the only thing on it shaking sediment Simple sentiment, get happy Realist who don't know what real is, thanks pappy The vanilla killa, illa than salmonella Fillas used to beat chest like gorilla, Furealla? I'm just trying to make a claim or stake one To the microphone? BURUH BUH BUM BUM The little gunner boy, only aim to stun, only aimed a toy, do it till I'm done You won't see a day when the son stops shining Red the super giant, signing off
Hook: This is it Wrap/rap it up It's going down Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Set/Turn it off
LEM: I'm beefed up like the bread at a bistro Me no speak no sucka MC, so Shut yah yap, feet slaps for speaking weak flows Dang, yo yo, what that mic laced with Got me pacin like, 'I'm Lem and I'm a month off the Jameson' (Hi Lem) Yah, you probably don't get it though Settle low, hollering like the heated kettle goes (shut the hell up) She wouldn't slide it in her jaw Dropped a song, that dropped her thong Then looked in my wally and she was long gone Now I'm JGL in Don Jon Time for leftovers, thank you Misses Maggie Conceal the flow like dank in a Ziploc Ahh, aah! Now my palms burnt Get hurt for dishing dirt, still he stands with a smirk (But he's someone I never heard of) That's okay I got ways to get your shirt off Now get your ass to class with a late slip, step off the stage so I can bring you to your fate quick 'LEM' don't worry momma yeah I'm up! (click) Keeps the house hopping like the bunny off of Nesquik 'AYE SOMEBODY GET THE MIC FROM HIM, HE'S KILLIN' EVERY MC IN SIGHT OF HIM' 'Hello this is Diana from 10 PM News, LEM spits sick, so beware of umm…drool? Is that right?' Grinning 'hind the tele-piece now are you telling me I'm black, so where my felonies? Or am I white? Well it doesn't really smell to me I know I spit clever like words in the spelling bee, G
'I'm sorry that's incorrect'
This is it Set/Turn it off
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