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I Wonder

Some might act like they're uptight
But listen to what they say
Wondering what is going on inside of 3000's head
Wondering what song made nasty don say hip hop was dead
I wish I could use my psychic powers like this Chloe bitch

I'm feeling that production but I ain't finished up the hours
I ain't feeling rap for nothing and that's the end of that discussion
I'm killing cats for busting
A brief moment of silence for my opponents and rivals
You niggas are snorted, your rat book is like a novel
I find more snow, I ride upon you with goggles
And try to keep niggas high with our body, just stay beside of me
Gotta leave darling, 'cause something keeps telling me follow me
Walk into the light, talk into the mic with caution
Flossin', and the darker the night will cost 'em
I'm fresh, I'm also rawesome, I'm awesome
A pit fight, I'm known to spit fire like '
So is it, hieroglyphic the sickest on the Pacific coast
And wouldn't Casual make a terribly terrific ghost
Rider for these main streams, spitting their lame swings
A deadly infection, same thing as gangrene

Some might act like they're uptight
But listen to what they say
Wonderwhat is going on inside of 3000's head
Wondering what song made nasty don say hip hop was dead
I wish I could use my psychic powers like this Chloe bitch

So here's the prognosis, when God closes
Your abnormal comedy cat, I'm an anomaly
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Rappers on to me, some hate it, I'm decorated
Educated, plus I lay down the law like the legislator
So this your definition of sport?
If your boy here was mentioned in the middle of court
Would you put a test to it? Like come on, let's do it
Then that 10 million soul needs an Aston next to it
I'm just cooling, rocking some fresh ruins
In a lick of alcohol world classic, no elastic
Yep, the brim fitted, kept the rims at it
Shouldn't your friends get it, you couldn't contend with it
You putting the bare limit if you humbled yourself
Now look at you, you looking dumber than yourself
In the next ten years I'mma be on more shit
And setting up a network like Dionne Warwick

Some might act like they're uptight
But listen to what they say
Wondering what is going on inside of 3000's head
Wonder what song made nasty don say hip hop was dead
I wish I could use my psychic powers like this Chloe bitch

Y'all should read the Bible, walk around
God created day and night then divided '
And provided them with lawn and food for you to feed on
Got a lot of answers to life, my youth, read on
Reverted Christian when I call you at the store
You slipped an envelope under the bottom of the door
You used to blood lost, that's what got them into whores
Now fish throwing 'like Sodom and Gomorrah