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bigg$ - long live the lyricists lyrics

[verse 1: big g’s]
any contest that i enter is not a contest
center of attention, i ain’t got through two bars yet
chew em up & spit em out is pretty much the concept
then sh-tting on these rappers is simply part of the process
god bless, wish ya luck, beat drops i lock em up
but wrote a flow in time to show my compet-tions proper f-cked
this is what you get if you forget your best is not enough
the rest suppressed to dumb it down, i suggest they smarten up
i believe in leaving not a thing to chance, hands higher
man’s on fire, ya’ll singing jams in your skinny pants
i’m on another planet planning this victory dance
then i don’t take l’s, i celebrate all my wins in advance
murder words, focus on higher learning
but hopeful as i observe that the world is finally turning
i’m tryna earn some respect & a check or 2 if it’s worth it
i’m reppin the 401, i put pen to pad till it’s perfect

[hook]
and first things first, this is not a chorus, this is not a song
not an open discussion on right or wrong
is it a portrait of my metamorphosis in final form
or just a portion of this gift i was given for being born
long live the lyricist, here is where the gears will shift
this the part when vengeance is vented to spark penmanship
embark upon an exodus, sketch another testament
i peer into this mirror then stare at my arch nemesis

[verse 2; big g’s]
yes if weapon x is on deck you expect greatness
the next level evolution’s rooted in the bas-m-nt
a clear and present threat & kept them ears pressed to the pavement expressing the latest way to say that ya’ll no longer safe in this b-tch my whole crew full of monsters, no ones stopping us
that’s more a less a warning for you corns to get your bars up
chump duck the sound or get pound down into ground dust
when mista spit sicka sh-t, he quick to get you clowns touched
so f-ck verses , i merk a herb with my rough drafts
run and tell ya fellow b-ms, the sc-mbag’s back in the lab
half -ss rappers had better dip fast, pack up ya bags
stages were built to display sk!ll, you don’t have none of that
fast forward the formula’s still the same
aim at will, to maim and k!ll is the order stored in my brain
the sorta, one night psych ward stay short of insane
who came flexing for his set, ya’ll remember the name

[hook]
and first things first, this is not a chorus
that was not a song, not an open discussion on right or wrong
it was a portrait of my metamorphosis in final form
and just a portion of the gifts i was given for being born
so long live the lyricist, here is where the gears will shift
this the part when vengeance is vented to spark penmanship
embark upon an exodus to sketch another testament
i peer into this mirror then stare at my arch nemesis”

- bigg lyrics

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