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wynne (rap) - the thesis lyrics

[verse 1: vursatyl]
been ill aka venus fly traps
seven brains in one body so i dream in imax
anyone, anywhere, any time, go!
your ego is eco friendly, you don’t want smoke
inscribed in graffiti on your cd gate fold
my capital punishment will have your lower case closed
like a dying man’s will
clocks got hands with no feet cause only vurs can make time stand still
g.o.a.t. defeat the elite peers
i benjamin b-tton bars dog, and leap years
top of the eiffel tower catching lighting in bottles
to see me you’ll need mri’s and night vision goggles
or a closed caption to crack your spy gl-ss
phony, you’re full of it and your raps need a gastric byp-ss
god the novice, i’m marvelous even on my hiatus

[verse 2: wynne]
the dean of the school wants to meet with me
cause i’m teaching my teachers things
and my old bullies want to sleep with me, honestly
i should run for mayor
little brothers think they’re bigger than me
i’m going full boogie cousins baptizing ‘em it ain’t f-cking fair
(free for all!) they tried to take the charge, they stick em up like the bank
(keep the ball!) i already made all of my lemonade
when piza falls, you’ll finally get it straight
and i can tell my therapist we can head in our separate ways
i put my lipgloss to the face
singing baby better hide the license plates
baby face could get away with murder, my b-tches
give em st-tches like 626, who’s this?
snow bunny gone abominable, ominous flow, time for the snow
ride for my bros, hide all your hoes, i am the chosen, get your sh-t sorted
goddess to most, stop with the toasts, i’m not with the smoke
apostle the joke swanned into the rookie of the year, hunny

[verse 3: illmac]
coming for my rivals spot, stunting while they’re idols watch
ask me why i’m the goat and thought i’d act like i’m not
i pulled out a long -ss scroll, how much time you got?
don’t act like a boss when you’re michael scott
i write so much my wrist is feeling like its shot
look forward to getting writer’s block so i can stop
so high i’m dropping acid floating by your thought bubbles
laughing, poke ‘em while they pop, macro-dosing, micro dots-
i bring a knife to gun fight and jump right in
they aren’t shooters lets just say i ain’t cut like them
i black out and make em wonder where the sunlights been
(h-ll raiser) h-ll’s ray’s the only light to touch my skin
ain’t a rapper on this planet that can touch my pen
to this day, my styles wilder and i punch like him
sh-t you must be on drugs like slim
call wynne shady’s daughter again, end up in the trunk like kim

[verse 4: kayelaj]
these n—– swag jacking, m-ss capping they battle rapping
keep it authentic, still eating, i live in new season’s, get paper not plastic
i already know what you think b-tch, i’m telepathic
and to answer your question yes i’m magic, yes, i’m zaddy
been loving p-ssy since p-ssy had me
cause love is everlasting, (everlasting, yeah)
remember they thought it was a phase? a bad habit?
now y’all wake cause i’m putting p-ssy’s in caskets
thought i was capping, now they’re the saddest
d-mn near p-ssed her like “have at it”
now i’m strapped up without a gat, pumping plastic
you take her to olive garden, feed her pasta n salad
i take her to jack’s and brown bag it, eat it in the wagon
later, beat it in the wagon
this sh-t is easy it’s funny i thought she was out of my league
but i popped my head up and now she’s so beneath me
they say black live’s matter, sho ‘nuff, it’s a shame they don’t mean me
christianity divided the black race, still i love my race like i’m luigi

[verse 5: dame d.o.l.l.a.]
feel the energy
you can’t top dollar with top d.ol.l.a.,
they gon’ remember me for centuries
praying on my downfall, i’m praying for my enemies
i don’t want no credit these is real n—- tendencies
they chant my name in every city that i visit
travel in the finest but was the man in the civic
they love you when you rich and respect you when you the trillest
mommy, daddies, aunties, and uncles it take a village
kick my feet up on occasion, fill my gl-ss with some drank
oil in my system tryna gas up the tank
only time i’m tickled when i laugh to the bank
i got the devil in my life but i could p-ss for a saint
i only run with family members, the rest is all -ssociates
try to crack the circle then we acting inappropriate
we all get 24, but i be on some kobe sh-t
from the gutter on my mother so you know we here
d.o.l.l.a

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