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bars - p.s.a (public service announcement) lyrics

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allow me to reintroduce myself my name is barz/
b.a to the rz, this is what they call me/
only realest rapper u rappers are like a barbie/
hardly in the game these playas already know me/
rhythm and tha barz thats why they callin it r&b/
haters want me back and these haters keep on callin me/
heard you was the sh-t how the f-ck u keep fallin b/
glad to have me back im giving yall all of me/
its been a while everybody did you miss me/
haters kept on waiting impatiently just to diss me/
this is what you bring me? rappers wanna k!ll me?/
let me live my life got no time for this bish please/
im on the top while you fall like niagra/
hardest on the block yeah im harder than v–gr-
higher than the nasa, flow is so cl-ssy/
n-ggas call me sick spittin bars that are nasty/

can’t n0body spit bars like me yo
and leo, you got new york on lock
i got atlanta on lock na’mean?
public service announcement epic pulse
digitapes…here we go yo yo

im known for k!llin versus rappers never heard this/
call me the wordsmith i spit it to you perfect/
rappers better learn quick im way above the game/
and ur girls goin when ever she hears the name/ (barz)
im still the same dude back in 07/
my styles a bit different but these tracks im still k!llin/
still run the city and we still top billin/
play this sh-t reverse its a message that ive written
how many dudes have the guts just to k!ll man/
busy pointing fingers and you pointing at the same man/
life is like a game but you stickin with the same plan/
deliver yall a message like a mothaf-kkin mailman/
switch ya flow man these rappers sound like drake/
uh-ahhhhhh man ya autoune is fake
stop the whole game son im kurtis with the breaks
welcome to the future your tuned into digitapes/
flow is so sick son im lyrically challanged/
reppin for my city son im doravilles finest/
yall dont know the game yall shud learn it with a lesson/
rappers got no gifts no (w)raps like a present/
claimin that u ballin but rappers havin a shaq attack/
scared to face the truth and u rappers cudnt face the facts/
rest in peace yo i hope you people callin back/
these people always beefin hip hop is on a heart attack



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