[Peeta Parka] 4 gives you a taste And 8 gives you a feeling But gimme 16 bars and I swear I fucking kill it No this aint no joke and I aint just another gimmick I got my own style so I swear Ill never mimic Another rappers flow steelo or lyrics So you hear Parkas on the track you better fucking fear it Cause Im coming Harder then a hose in a firefight You gone feel it Like I just gave you a spiderbite I cant give you laughs But I bet Richard Pryor might Spark that Jay up in the air so we could have a higher night Bout to give you something that I swear you gone remember Its Peeta, Vade, and mj you could call us avengers Cause this a dream team Roster full of stars We make the ladies scream When they listen to our bars Ima keep this shit clean Fuck did I just curse? Nards! Oh well Ill Just stick to the beat And go in hard I bet you aint see this coming now open up your eyeballs Me to you is like a Mac to a Dell skyfall You want me on your fucking track I charge a lot I highball Straight up a creative genius I aint gotta lie to yall You wanna be a baller? You can only be my caddy Bino is a son of Ye That makes yeezy my granddaddy No one steppin to the plate well fuck it man then ill go Creation has been lost Im lookin for it like wheres waldo Gas makes the car go, thoughts make the brain flow If you thought I was gassin yah you must be insane yo Cause all I spit is truth, what Jay said facts only Thats why when Im in the booth Its a holy matrimony Like a marriage its just so natural for us to be together Me and rap go hand in hand like two birds of a feather Ill weather whatever weather you wanna throw at me Got a sweater thats leather with shorts you know I stay ready More messy than Freddy spaghetti Bang Wilma and betty Or we could just go and kick it like Lionel messi Im passing if you test me I promise I aint Kobe With this gift God has blessed me I aint wasting it homie All my lyrics grade a ya just spit that bologne Cheese keeps my wallet fat while ya pockets stay boney All you phonies fall back its time for the realness Ya ready for the new breed? You know we bout to kill this
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