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kam'roc - not a fluke lyrics

[intro]
how y’all doing tonight?
i’d like to thank everyone
for listening to this here track
i got a lot planned, a lot’s been…
you know, i don’t even know
but i’d like to welcome you all (uh)
to the show, t-t-t-t-to the show
(to the show) to the show
uh, yo, let’s go!

[verse: kam’roc and kaesar]
let me start off by just saying what’s good ladies & gentlemen
welcome ‘side the mind of a lyricist, thanks for dropping in
i hope you all enjoy witnessing first-hand just
how lyrical i can really get with these ink pens (don’t play with em fool!)
when i put ’em to paper, see i’m known to make the
greatest of my nation’s current generation call in favors (it’s easy)
from the best known ghostwriters, but they don’t make a (we need help!)
d-mn difference, they suck more than these d-mn fakers (these n-ggas suck man!)
who couldn’t beat me if genies granted wishes
dawg my swag’s on bob lee, boy just ask these b-tches (ask ’em all!)
i swear they’ll bend over backwards just to get within inches
so imagine what they’ll do to walk away with these digits
the perks of being hip-hop’s top hipster
rhyme pitcher, paparazzi please, cease the pictures (chill)
inna lab i mix mixtures, forming enough elixir
to refill my bottle, just to swallow it like liquor (drank!)
b-tch i’m, back again, please pardon the late entrance
was down for a minute, but now i’m back and i’m in this
to win it, the race to the riches, i gotta win it
even if i gotta trip n-ggas to be the first to finish
that’s why they like d-mn, that n-gga cam is merciless (word?)
word on your block, he breaking bones and chewing cartilage
his bars are far harder than the hardest
even mr. fireman couldn’t extinguish such an arsonist (don’t play with ’em fool!)
b-tch i’m hotter than burners and home heaters
just yesterday i made a believer out justin bieber
girl i’m off the charts, crashing computers, breaking meters
rector scales can’t tell if i’m cl-ssified a human creature
young ghetto fashionist, the life i live fabulous
well above average, it’s states in my -n-lysis
that i ignites the catalyst & puff the cannabis
until i hits paralysis, b-tch i’ll never call the ambulance

[outro]
“i think i’m having an overdose and so is my wife..
overdose of what?
marijuana. i don’t know if it had something in it. can you please send rescue?
do you guys have fever or anything?
no i’m just, i think we’re dying
ok, how much did you guys have?
i don’t know we made brownies. and i think we’re dead. time is going by really really really really slow.”
-laughing-
“well, instead of being charged the police department let the officer resign”

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