Bruce Banner: accordi di
Mick Jenkins
Mick Jenkins

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Intro 1
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Verse 1
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I'm not a rapper,
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I'm a writer
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It's a couple chefs in this game,
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and a whole lotta' biters
Verse 2
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Fuck's wrong with these
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niggas
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Fuck's to it
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Fuck wrong wit' 'em
Fuck's to it
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These niggas talker not walkers
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The drive of Paul Walker, I got it
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Can't touch 'em, like,
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now that I'm sipping this Henny Hypnotic
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Fuck wrong wit' 'em
Verse 3
Fuck's to it (uh!)
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Honestly can't nobody come
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for me 'cept Kendrick
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And I hope you offended,
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like it's untrue
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Don't make me debunk your kung- fu
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Fuck up the whole Feng shui
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when we come through
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They can't hurt us
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My shit in Target,
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I'm Nate Burkus, they ain't perfect
Can she walk out with the javelin
Y'all niggas babbling about who
the greatest and who after him
If intelligent discussion was dribbling,
you'd be travelling
And I'd be somewhere Harlem
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Globetrot traffickin' truth
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I'm adamant about the
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handle I got on this shit
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I pattened it after James Harden
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and James Patterson
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Don't make me Alex Cross,
cross 'tween
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Skip through that lane and change
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strategy (uh!)
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Niggas lose medullas,
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fuckin' with my shooters
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Rappers lose medallions
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fuckin' with Chicago
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So many niggas hangin',
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they know Mr. Cooper
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Police they are shooters then
like bloopers
They gon' play that shit on T.V.,
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'til we Stevie to it
Say we can't make them drink the water
I don't know if we can lead 'em to it
I see the difference,
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I don't see improvement
I see people that look like me
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that's leeching to it
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And apparently speaking on
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it is preaching to 'em
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And apparently having opinions is tragic to mention,
no matter intention
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But only when you got blue checks and new checks an d a few floors,
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more than a duplex
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I'm too stressed for all this,
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fifth grade, bitch made
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Watch your mouth when you spit facts,
what for?
I got the fire nigga
Heard 'Soul album and I knew
that I inspire niggas greatly
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Alex Hailey at the root of it all
My quest- for- love just was
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n't suited for ya'll
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And my black thoughts won't
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be muted or diluted
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And livin' water can't be polluted at all
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Secluded I be, too many delusions I see
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when you speaking and you losin' me
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That's your 15 minutes,
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you losin' 'em
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They draw their conclusions
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I just be just disproving 'em,
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my ink hold weight
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This paper hold heat like aluminum foil
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Your correct in assuming
the soil is fertile
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I'm growing like weeds,
I'm growing my weed
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My shorty look like she come from where
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they growing ya'll weave at
Ya'll throwing shade,
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I three- man weave that
It's been a one- man fast break,
ya'll ain't even seen the team yet
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Fuck
Verse 4
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wrong wit' 'em
Fuck's to it
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These niggas talkers not walkers
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The drive of Paul Walker, I got it
Can't touch 'em, like,
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now that I'm sipping this Henny Hypnotic
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Fuck wrong wit' 'em
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Outro 1
Fuck's to it (uh!)
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