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smooth b - game over lyrics

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[verse 1: smooth b)

what seperates me from the rest of these so called mcs
their rhymes dont flow like smooth b’s
a fortified rhymer with vitamins and minerals
flow for the common folk, flow for the criminals
for the fans, womans and inbetween
???? much like a hip hop fiend
call me the glimmer man
i rock mink, ch-ch-chinchilla, timberland
y’all be looking for me, well here i am
the ego k!ller, i make a millionaire feel like he ain’t got no credit
picture me falling off, please nigga forget it
don’t call a hater a hater
call him lotion, they always waiting to get put on with no devotion
real niggas do real things
and fly b-tches, fall for smooth b like puppets with dutch strings
paid in full like azie, alpo
and rich porter, next quarter, watch some careers get shorter
game over

[verse 2: smooth b]

i dont just spit on the mic, i throw up
and when i’m finished, i blow up
when it comes to writing poetry, i show off
like bismarck, i go off, i go off
most competitive, most compatible, equilateral
the way i break it down on the beats, its mathematical
real players eat lobster shrimp
when i pop my collar – i look like a pimp
in harlem like dan i’m dapper
the rappest rapper
i go to hot pock for rice and beans and red snapper
when i’m fed up, foes fear me, i get fiery
i’m not a bad boy, but i bust off like mike lowrey
dropped seven hits for seven summers before diddy
ask diddy, who the real prince of the city?
emperor like hirohito, you small like a mosquito
i’m fillest to fall like ???ito
italians say magnifico
bad b-tches say, are you from new york or puerto rico
from the bronx, i was raised doing that ???? burrito
the man standing next to the man like i was chico
give me baked chicken and ???? ???? with ???? fritos
don’t make me pull out a can of whoop -ss
i never go broke, i just run out of cash
and when that happens, i pull out my plastic
and if you owe me money, that shit can get drastic
cuz’ frankly i don’t give a d-mn, like clark gable
i got my own style, my own money, my own label
rap tzar



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