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testa - jumpman (remix) lyrics

[intro: testa]

panda… panda… panda, panda, pan-
oh, wrong song? my bad

[verse 1: testa]

welcome everyone if you’re wondering why i’m here this’ll show you why n0body ever can compare honestly feeling bad because the game is so unfair just prepare yourself you’re about to hear the dopest pair k!llin every track no matter where beware we’re the best anywhere i declare you’re impaired when i spit a rare verse you sound like you’re from a daycare really don’t care where you’re from we’re goin underground to the top gonna be numba one quit spittin your lyrics you’re really soundin so dumb. talkin bout money being strapped with a gun if that’s all you’ve gotta say your career’s gone done, now you’ve had your fun so p-ss us the mic take a hike we dislike your type i’m offended by your style go compile better rhymes redefine your lines keep up with mine you’re just running out of time

(hook)
jumpman, jumpman, jumpman… you know what? i don’t need a hook, imma just get it

[verse 2: testa]
psychotic exotic iconic chronic diabolic flow
robotic rhapsodic anatomic ergonomic though
rappin too slow that’s below me all you other rappers suck so go ahead and just blow me n0body knows me keep it low key guarantee go against me you’re another trophy homie goin to the top i’m the illest grave digga k!lla spillin tracks back to back maniac on the track don’t mean to brag but you all lack credibility stupidity is vividly shown shoutout to chris webby homegrown k!lla with a microphone we’re realla than most rappers now of days they’re faker than silicone soundin and dressin the same lookin like it must be attack of the clones don’t condone your state of mind mine is fine flyin high like dizzy hippy wright grindin all night supplyin rhymes your lines are weak night night

[verse 3: testa]
it’s way past your bed time find a better hobby might seem a little c-cky imma sh-t on you just drank a cup of coffee spittin rhythm so sick it’s got me coughing never stoppin till i’m put off in a coffin spreadin love all over the game just like bukkake try and stop me not happenin any faster got me babblin
trynna get me some never keep it at a minimum this is the rule of thumb keepin’ confidence when i’m spittin so now i’m just, becoming a name gotta get in the game it’s insane how many rappers do it for the fame i do it all day but never gain romaine you gotta, sustain the pain or remain the same imma take these lames and ignite em’ in flames, ascertain the stain chained to the game today everyone wants happiness never any pain but you can’t have a rainbow without a little rain

calling me an oddity you don’t know what i ought to be the audible quality from an undercover prodigy autonomy from social inequality now i gotta be free as ever so heavenly spittin’ better faster than a beretta the game’s got a vendetta with me being who i wanna be in this industry

[outro: testa]
yeah, being who i want to be in this industry…
but i don’t know who i wanna be
you know i’m done that’s it, it’s over

- testa lyrics

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