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wonderkid – the stereotypical lyrics

[verse 1: wonderkid]

welcome to the reign of terror, leving heads severed
on robespierre sh-t, busting weed up in the cellar
high n-ggas on high figures, figures we none less than stellar
lyrical spliffs to the brain, we we bust’em the cerebellum
yall can’t handle the era, better start to build coffins
i dont f-ck with mellow n-ggas, kid ain’t on that knicks offense
i dont partake on yall non-sense, we on some higher meaning sh-t
getting hot when it counts, 4th quarter, jr smith
16 yearold rookie, dropping chins of critics b-tch
got expectations, built them up, now im exceeding it
the whole cl!cks so throwed, you know the kid is in the zone
like syracuse, im k!lling fools, twice as fast as flo-jo
mad promo, so dope, from stone cold house hold
to sold out shows, i suppose, og kush with eyes closed

saints flow, genevive, she blowing os, as i breathe
im riding the convertible, converting her, she into me
those enemies, claming heat, but they barely blow smoke
its cyclical, we pac12, tombstones with rose bowls

i stay high, new god flow, come on bro dont play dumb
if any n-ggas go ham, im going ahad ha’am

chaos i bestow, throw foes off their axis
call me ron artest, i bring more malice to the palace
im leading lambs to the slaughter, slap the meaning out the shepard
you can tell me this is madness but its madness with a method
i bring the fiends magic, feast habits with sleek methods
i increase havoc, the work ethic is heath ledger
scheming getter, you really can’t compare our tracks
like a london subway, n-gga, mind the gap
f-ck a rigamortis flow, im leaving bros leaking miasma
the prisoners, the new school is up in my plasma
smashing cats up, every single day, rap is just a part of me
grab the beat by its brains, switch it up, lobotomy
the prodigy, pouding beats, this lyrical alchemy
you dobting me, ill d-ck slap any so called hard mcs

step in with a pair of dime, come out with a better broad
im coming with gats deployed, on your 3rd stringer, mcelroy
if your respect dont come correct, you be getting lattimored

outta boy

- wonderkid lyrics

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