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[intro]
(haa!) what’s the big scream for?
leave it in though
oooweee

[verse 1]
metaphor keep the heat but it’s not a gun (nah)
attached to great b_lls of fire so i’m as hot as they come (a ha)
i don’t think you understand what you dealing with fam (uh uh)
ask the streets i’m blowing over your head like silly fans (yessir)
as a huge jay_z fan (yup) and i agree where hover the streets is watching (what)
but tell ’em i’m quick, watch closer (woo)
metaphor don’t sleep (nope), sh_t, for all nap
i would love to but it’s hard to lay flat with your knifes in my back (haters)

[verse 2]
i was put here by the people, i’m the urban politician
the cure and physician (uh huh), these ain’t raps, they rhyme and prescriptions (c’mon)
play your position these are doctor’s orders
been wicked in labor room, kicked it in the womb and broke my momma water (yep)
he did a summer mother looking at me, saying the same thing they say when i rhyme now, “what a hot delivery” (wee)
that’s why ya can’t get with me and i rhyme by myself
take lamar’s the fluid fore, your delivery need help (help)
see hate starting a mary, a real problem with you
i’m methaphor pow, i’m now revolving on you (plap)
[verse 3]
kind of hyper when i think it, more calm when i speak it
like a .9 with a silencer, kids call me pop secret (ok)
i write fire hot, cops cannot make it free
spit with burn marks on my lips, smoking these and seeds
i get love from the hoods to the birds (hueh) but i flow underground
u gotta take subways to mark my word [my word]
i talk sh_t on purpose just to make rappers surface
ain’t computer literate but i put it down word perfect (woo)
rappers and tracks i black on
put my rap on, verbal attack on
make rappers get they dissapearing actor (bye bye)
the streets quote me and they do it quite well (yep)
girl my rap stand yo head with no hair pins or stalling jail (ha ha)

[verse 4]
the word on the street, i got the illest words on the street
producer’s nervous scared i beat up they beat (uh huh)
whatever’s whatever, your boy’s better than meta whatever
boy yo boy ain’t got a boy betta’ or more cleva’ than meta (woo)
rap’s regular god, no shiny gems of platinum
but i do shine with rhyme so i rhyme about rapping (yeh)
but when i do rock jewels with diamonds i’ll let you know
for now we are rappers our rock shows and make mics glow
any hood, it’s all good i come through and rhyme (mhmm)
and the block it hot if they got a lot of cops or not
‘cuz it a right in assignated, (uh huh) they firing the verse
so metaphor on the track is straight h_ll on nerves
[outro]
yessir
f_ck swimming
next song, next song, go to next song, next song, next song
i can’t think of nothing to say on this
just press next
so f_ck_

- metaphor the great

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