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Capital STEEZ
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Doggybag
I said it's hard to fall off, when you're coming in first
And your mind is at one with the earth
Chubby niggas so I told him that my tummy was hurtin'
And then they found out I had a chopper under my shirt
I'm not a star, somebody lied
But if you make another move I'll turn this bitch into Columbine
Shit, I'm going off, bomb threat
And the rest can get cut short, like a prom dress
A.D.D got me feelin' so accomplished, you're novice
I can make you one of my accomplices
Ride shotty through Gotham like Robin did
Just don't touch the gauntlet, kid
Cult classic, fuck a four five
Now I, I'd rather be up on cloud nine
The new ninth wonder, super flyest nigga of this rap shit
I'm flyer than the suicide jumper
And I went and boosted my confidence, from hard rock to hard knock, wiped the block in astonishment
Any pro [?]
That's for kamikaze's in Nagasaki in opposite
Can't send a boy to do a mans job, a tonka truck's a tonka truck, doesn't matter the body kit
And any way, I'm still monsterous, hey dude, you're in grade school, so play cool
Made fools of Einstein's and wise guys
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Since high school, my IQ has been sky high
Living so fun when I'm spittin' this bars
Spittin' as hard as I spit it you would injure your jaw
Dog, just to say the least of it, you tryna take over I easen it with my weaker shit
Man, I swear since day one they couldn't kick it with the styles that I kick it, since I always been a sneaker pimp
I copped my first Jedi's and Daily's at half price, sold them for double, and now I stay fly
Been stylin' on em since I was standing about 'Ye high, STEEZ been soaring, all you cats do is hang glide
Any questions, answered, A.I
Your shit is irrelevant, ever since I started out the smartest kids wasn't gettin' it
Questionin' how to get up on this level of excellence
I just tell 'em it's natural and they started respectin' it
But, since then, I've been giving them trouble
You couldn't find my logic even if you was Hubble
I mean, J-Steez been sick with this diction
I learned half these words in 5th grade detention
A problem child in the smartest class
Got 'em mad since they heard a prophet in my sonogram
If you ain't heard about it, you should probably ask
It's toetags and bodybags
And then we throw the straps in the doggybags
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