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Yeah
Mmmm
Echoes in the halls yes when i arrive on the set what?
Blessin all that came to see me rock my cut
Such a man like me receivin attention must be chosen
Like a bangin body chickenhead posin for a flick
Flashbulbs poppin in the air
Floatin the stage i'm movin like a black fred astaire smooth
The momentum of the bass and treble levels on point
Bonus to ride the microphone
It's o.c. slash mush shine communicatin for the masses
Puttin my finger against nasa
When i die, bronze my mic, preserve it for newcomers
To visit my gravesite like a shrine
Rappers'll line up faithfully, just to get
A handful of dirt from the plot occupied by
Chorus:
The chosen one, beyond the moet and the cristal
The son of a king and a queen, i'm a gifted child
All bow to me like the image of god, supreme being
Get you to the eyes worth seeing
Influenced; but not by the ancient ruins of rap
A large percent of y'all fell into a trap
Trendsetter share with y'all a veteran's nightmare
Not for you to follow it but try and stand clear, bust it
Bein intelligent, means you a sucka
Bein wild as hell, means you a smart motherfucker wrong
Analyze songs nowadays
Most rappers gunsprayed or hustled from night to day - fiction
I deciphered lots of rhymes, only to find
False info, just to see what it meant to oh