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paidprogramming - the first sin lyrics

lemme tell you what i mean i construct the beats my flow mean
lemme show u in the voc booth
i told u that i’m gonna rip the mic despite what you may think
started with only ableton now i’m getting paid to spin
this is every f-cking day b-tch layers on layers
stacking this paper on paper make it a sandwich call it a “sando”
my pain flows like a river the movement is only getting bigger
who getting in the way, no way i say

i’m serious i’m leavin you delirious, thomas
i promise that your “hypothalamomus” will be impacted
when i’m flowin with the calmness
it’s like i’m asleep like i keep saying, there’s no sense in weighing in
i play to win, you play for likes
on the mic i’m like walter kronkite
and i got some sh-t i should confess, unless you the chef i’ll out bar anyone, and say less
you sound like sheck wes, sound like everybody else and finesse the style
i don’t need a while gimme an hour and i’ll shower anyone with rhymes if you allow it
i’m cold enough to make your style change in the freezing rain it’s insane
it’s like cain and abel, marla maple, the first sin
you’ll never win i’ll break ya shin and make all your kin disappear
it hasn’t even been a year and the sh-t you hear could end your career
you’re softer than a pillow, how he rockin like that and still flow?
hot enough to melt the snow, it really show
i went commando in chicago and bordeaux, move like napoleon dynamo vote for pablo
i really want a house with a patio like romeo and juliet
but instead, equipped with a turret
when u walk up the drive put you in debt and wet with sweat you’re nervous
like you’re in selective service before ww3
don’t come at me we pull up with tanks you pull up with pranks, thanks
you joking, we toking the best only rap like the best if you gonna head out west and bring a vest to protect ya head and neck
you get the blank check i’m cashin in the paycheck!
i come in, i came, i saw, i “out-barred” them all
you’re two feet tall, i’m standing above ya, i really do f-ck whitcha
but it’s been a week and look what ppg beats turned into
it’d be a shame if i spit at you
i took over the game, like napoleon, like genghis khan
i sold you the beat i just sh-tted on, i’m gone

i could do this sh-t forever i rhyme better than your favorite rapper could ever
no autotune, soon it will be paid programming as high as the moon
ladies was wearin s-ssoons in 85 who down to ride where’s my ride or dies
put down the pie you’re gettin to g-ssed
k!ll your lyrics without rhymin fast i’m out now better than the past
master this sh-t with no “prac-i-tice” d-mn he really snap in this
you the type to be in the paint as shaq and miss

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