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Wiki & Your Old Droog
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Facts 3
[Verse 1:Wiki] Facts, react To him, better act like-like-like a motherfucker know Hold back [?]I'm grown Flown different continents Boned different kinds of chicks Grown to this kind of shit Don't need no acknowledgements, no That's facts I'm back in the city and I just got into the zone So, what you want from me? Wanna come for me? Come for me - motherfucker let's go Even if I'm left on the floor you'll still be broke And I'll still be getting me dough [?] And I'm saying 'fuck you' to get to your dome Facts, man, facts, man Y'all a bunch of little petty rap fans It's the New York pack man It's like facts, man, facts, fans Y'all a bunch of little shi tty rap fans It's the New York pack man, look Truth The only thing I wanna hear ringing through the streets man Ringing through the booth Youth They don't wanna hear all the shit they say up on the news Man, what you gonna do? Forgetting everything you sick of Got me looking like a sick duck - really how I look Not for real but I'm still at it and getting my dick sucked Now we back before the bridge when I live up We did the same shit: get lit Till we found a chick-let that was with it and we give up Hah, never that - I forever rap But I hardly ever wrap my dick up Just [?] [?] With a quick touch You off, you a moth I'm a butterfly, all them other guys [?] Yep, did I stutter? Nah, nah, nah motherfucker if you wonder why I [?] Motherfucker give up
[Verse 2: Your Old Droog] Give it up like my song said Draped in ice, gold medallions, not Italian, getting long bread Forget the wrong side, I woke up in the wrong bed A lot of cats weak when they alive but they strong dead Make 'em put the microphone down Literary genius, couldn't even tell you what's a pronoun These known clones need to come with their own sound 'Bout to start a whack rapper Jonestown, facts All I hear is facsimilers Spitting mediocre-ass metaphors and whack similes Getting sick of these copycats Heard me say 'copy' and they copy that (what the fuck?) Bunch of fraudulent scholars in the game 'cause they got overstudied in the past Talking 'real rap' but they wouldn't know hip-hop if it came up and bit 'em on the ass Garbage getting heavy play, trouble coming everyday Dude, shit is looking real sad Mad 'cause they idolize the rap star and that makes it real clear that you didn't have a dad That's what they had It's [?]for these seeds getting raised by Worldstar and Vlad How is Old Droog, the drop-out of junior college Dropping more knowledge than a so-called graduate Had you at bar one, bar none In the booth, this is arson And we don't know who you are, son Just a lame, what's your name? I don't care People only hear you 'cause it's there Shoved down throats while they come to me You were sonning me - now you know who your pops is A little synopsis, a summary From a G like Wes Montgomery Had to flex versatility I'm unique, mostly technique, no agility Question my ability I'll be the personal trainer for your exercise in futility Bitch
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