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shy hype sound - testing the mic (freestyle) lyrics

[introduction: kanye west]
its called self hate
it works on itself its like real estate of racism
where just like that, when someones comes
up and says something like “i am a god”, everybody
says “who does he think he is?”
i just told you who i thought i was, a god!
i just told you! thats who i think i am!
would it have been better if i had a song
called i am a n-gga? or if i had a song that
said i am a gangsta? or if i had a song that said
i am a pimp. all those colors and patinas fit
better on a person like me, right? but to say
you are a god, especially when you get
shipped over to the country that your in and
your last name is a slave-owner. how could you
say that? how could you have that mantality?

[verse 1: don juan]
i spitty-spitty spit it
i’m widdy-widdy widdit
i never quiddy-quiddy quit it
i’m not gryffindor, i just wanna play some quidditch
wonder where the golden snitch is
wonder who the f-ck the snitch is
wonder where the f-ck my b-tch is
yeah my girl a star, wonder where the f-ck my hitch is
i don’t got no side b-tches
i don’t have any riches
yeah i’ve been around i wonder why my d-ck itches
and b-tches just be b-tching
and hoes just be hoeing
it’s 4 in the morning and i’m driving
wondering where the f-ck i’m going
chilling with my homies
and we getting no sleep
she hit me up so we can chill again
i can’t lie that i’m considering
she knows that i am different
we hufflepuff (huff a puff) and then i slytherin (slither in)
ha ha

[bridge: trip]
yo! it’s trip
it’s trip

[verse 2: trip]
the real estate of racism
let these n-ggas say something
“temi you’re not even black”
i look at them, and don’t say nothing
this sh-t don’t need discussion
but yeah she got me blushing
but wait i’m black as sh-t, so in the dark she can’t see nothing
i got these lyrics pumping, but i think it’s time to switch it
the hennessy and molly really got these b-tches snitching
but i think i’ve got a vision
i’m seeing who the snitch is
i’m steady on my toes cause really you can’t trust these hoes
this flow is sweet as honey
you don’t got sh-t up on me
i’ll have some shooters on your block to take you and your homies
i’m trying to make this bread
i left this beat for dead
i said i’d take your pride
but then i took your b-tch instead
call me trip because i always do
i trip but i don’t ever lose
and yeah, i’m taking ws, (uh huh)
i’m cooling with my crew
and yeah we making moves
i got this school up on a string
but still don’t f-ck with you
testing this mic for a minute
yeah i’m spitting, yeah i’m chilling
i’m a villain, who is k!lling every rapper in sight
i’ll take your animals life
i’ll steal your chances at life
i stole your pants and your nikes
just testing the mic

[verse 3: div/ded]
flow so sick its such a pain
so dope its cocaine doing lines up in my brain
in your head like migraine
rap crew, no name
i’m with trip like acid rain
i’m with juan that sh-ts insane
b-tch ain’t even in the game
she just in it for the fame
so i told her “sit the bench”
got to twist it like a wrench
throw her on the work bench
lay the pipe but i don’t wife
yeah cause you know she a b-tch
this the mic check so check this
i know who the snitch is
but you know i ain’t snitching
i was down for business
straight out of the heights so
i don’t f-ck with hoflo
cutting all these ties till
all these hoes broke
hold your godd-mn thoughts
f-ck these thots, 4 am, taking shots
captain morgan, long lost cousin
admiral nelson, bought with my mclovin
sh-t, now you know we up to something
bring you music you’ll be bumping

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