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Uh, we just going to keep it going and goinguntil I feel completed and happy about it. You know?Uh, Opus of a ghetto boy who grew into a project manBrewster Place (booster plates), he used to stick his scissors in his sockets damnclear that Project Runway, 'cause this is where my rocket landsain't got no problems, Houston, I A.K.A. then rocket landEvents recent that lit a fire under him like pots and pansrockets and I (eye) up in the sky like helicopter camsAnd you down there in the traffic jamfrom here I've seen a bunch of fake shit like avid wrestling fansCame up from the bottom of the eye exam, zoomNow I'm like the biggest G off in the roomstill hard to see me like the truth on TVor the roof from the sidewalk, I don't flow (floor), I ceilingMy mama said they need me'cause, I'm made from the best stuff on earth like Snapple Tea Leavesthey glass is half full so I spit into them like Celieno longer G, now you can see mebut your letters' (lettuce) still under my sea (C) like seaweedC and G but nothing bout me CGIt's all real, none of this is green screen+Shut Up and Let Me Go+ just like The Ting TingsI'm feeling like a Mac, standing around a bunch of PCsI've rocked it from the shouters to the soccer momstry to stop what's going onyou'll see the back of my hand like the tops of palmsI'm balling like the tops of pawnscircle of influence getting bigger like the ripples on the tops of pondsShort-footed and War Headed like the tops of bombsDominoing niggas, delivery is Papa John's, Little Ceaser"˜s, uhburning down your Pizza HutsPlaque collection building 'cause, I don't brush my teeth enoughyeah, Crack is wack and reefer sucks, you might think this deep as fuckbut this like my weaker stuffthey ask "Is this his day-to-day 'cause this is like a week to us?"Mic is shy and speakers blush, I is shy (Chi) and he is upI correct, me is up - no we is up - cause its like two of meand each of us, rapping acid, eat this upA-Town down, peace is up, New York to East Coast is toughWest Side riding, lot of niggas salty 'cause'cause I be overseas and (over seasoned) tough.Everything seamless, WorldStar never seen thisNahRight gotta stream this, motherfucking geniusBrave and fly, you backboneless and winglessbunch of chickens on the strip, I'm coming for they fingerstill what they throwing up is meaninglessChilly Chill you seeing this? This didn't make MTV's listFinish fingers, eating wrist, feeding frenzy and shitSuccotash suffering, Chicken Fricassee-en thisa beat eating media blitzpace is getting feverish, pain is growing severe-ishthese the peppers Peter pickedthings are at their easiest, Real Compton city G'in itbut I'm from Chicago, house lights, bravosYeah, I'm just playing....Internet, check!