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Mazin' Hazin'Look, starting off hype, striking a passer-byWait, let me do a smarter rhyme Thought I was a roadman for a hot sec- For one sec I thought I was about that Rambo life Mans back racking up bangers like a gram of the white Mans skipping over the track properly, natural light I bet the sickest rapper in yo' capital might Slap me in the back of the head while I'm havin' a pint Cause everybody knows you couldn't handle my rhymes An' retalliatin', makin' mandibles and clavicles collide I Swear it's amicable, the way I keep it casually polite I swear it's aggravating that they still wanna aggy up the vibe I get the vibe though Still they want to aggy up the vibe Still, I got a strategy tonight See, I'm surrounded by gangsters Like a barrier for that shite No! No! No! To the cemetery! Which sounds scary on the telly With a Ben and Jerry Got me thinking fuck it, I should do whatever necessary To be legendary its a deli, it was something heavy Something must have kids that tied a puppy to a whip And spred the whip up off a cliff and on the pedal of a brick Big Boom! Tight. swear down! It was a big boom, it was a huge boom! An' it was a big boom I don't know nothing bout shit tunes... I write big bars with my big crew You write likkle bars, in your likkle studes With your likkle mates, that can't mix a tune! Sort it out 'cause all this is poo! I ain't interested in what you didn't do... I ain't into this, I need different news... Marry rap? I do Beat grime? Might do Might just go 3rd base with trap, and I might take dance for a Thai food Might just holla at reggae and jazz, just once in a while for a hug (not a spin) Rap wouldn't like that, plus it's the truth that rap know jazz from when I was a 'yoot', but These man can't test my gang, or test my crew, oh please we make them freeze, rewind and do not repeat You should compute that you cannot compete You should decipher that you not the guy When I'm older and wiser and obviously brighter Man get it twist like an orange or lime In a vodka or cider my squad in the fire Man's waving I got amazin' haze in I got amazin' haze in I swear man's wavin' I got amazin' haze in Like a typical Jamaican I swear man's blazin' I got amazin' haze in I got amazin' haze in I swear man's waving I got the grade in basement, I got amazin' haze in Man's waving I got amazin' haze in I got amazin' haze in I swear man's wavin' I got amazin' haze in Like a typical Jamaican I swear man's blazin' I got amazin' haze in I got amazin' haze in I swear man's waving I got the grade in basement, I got amazin' haze in Smackin the riff-raff for duckin' out, buzzin' out Buzzin' round the back of the bar, backin' a couple o' stout Back in the zone, back in the game, I ain't backin' out! Bad with the pen, bad with the pad, man, I'm back about! Lookin' bad, strappin' a slag, draggin' a fag about Greezy! What are you chattin' about! Faggot. Allow C'mon then, standing around makin' a man a raff Causin' a kerfuffle, a troublemaker, I'ma muck about Feelin' if I can't address it I'm fuckin' drowned I'm in a predicament nigga spinning a riddim on my fuckin' sound I'm on the track shutting it down, lovin' the crowd buzzin' round and round With them chattin' 'bout the fuckin' style that I be givin for killin' the riddim I'm a "preditah" Lyrically levels of our competitors I'm setting a Pace with the serve like Federer could never deliver 'N combination with the breddas with a level of intelligence, I'm like; Stop it I got too much bars in the pocket I got too much bars in the glove compartment I got too much bars in cockpit I tell a man straight, oh Kiddi K Back in the day I would have broke your silly face In a load of different ways, don't pity play with the O woah, Kiddy K 'Cause I'll switch from a yoot' then back to a roar! I cook salmon, and if my cerrebellum is evidence I'm ahead of the rest Yeah, I tell a breddah "g-g-k-g-k-get it together" Don't ever try come tell 'em, "maybe get better?" Woah! I be the head! I'm top of the sector This insane street got me coppin' the nectar Walk to the shops calm but I'm obviously stressed "God bless! Wiz, sticky gs" then it's on to the next one I'm like - plan. 'Cause I got my chiefs on the move Coppin' a lot of sweets I'm fiendin' for juice Poppin' the spot and then poppin' out, thievin' for food Priority's property that is easily chewed I'm a pace setting, rhymey and mind reading, bad-man Up and in the flat, with a gram of the 'Afghan' Max Payne, slo-mo, loco, I grab man Magnet, so the coke flow from the CAT scan Get it? Me, I just get it Don't need gimmick, get cas: no credit! Drop bars in o'ten - you ain't never seen it... Two thousand and fifteen you only just get it Nah I don't need to get it. I already got it Me, I got too much bars in the pocket Me, I got too much bars in the glove compartment Too much bars in cockpit I tell a man straight, I'm feelin growl like Chewbacca move blud, quick on the track like Schumacher do laps, sick on the track like Radcliffe: "Who's that?" "Bandits, bandits!" Back what I do chat Wraps when I'm on though, in a condo, spittin on slow beats at a fast pace You don't wanna run against me; that's last place! In the race, I'm in first place at a cars pace! I'm a break wind you can smell how the fart taste Ah wait- that's a bait bar. Now I'm irate! Irate... Rack! "That's "I, rate, I, rate" Peeps that clock that's all about mind state! That's why they doublin' doublin' Why the money be doublin' Yes doublin' doublin' doublin' doublin' (Doublin' doublin', pow.) Man's waving I got amazin' haze in I got amazin' haze in I swear man's wavin' I got amazin' haze in Like a typical Jamaican I swear man's blazin' I got amazin' haze in I got amazin' haze in I swear man's waving I got the grade in basement, I got amazin' haze in Man's waving I got amazin' haze in I got amazin' haze in I swear man's wavin' I got amazin' haze in Like a typical Jamaican I swear man's blazin' I got amazin' haze in I got amazin' haze in I swear man's waving I got the grade in basement, I got amazin' haze in |