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Numquam Mutant Feat. Disco Bob

LYRICS:

Ya' goddamn slack-jaw 
Pick ya' ass up off the asphalt 
How many times I gotta pass y'all? 
Hats off to who? You know it's me- 
The bro wit the poetry, Leave a chode MC- 
Lying on the floor, he crying, "woe is me" 

I'm throwin' these- 
Totally proficient with flow and ease 
Go and see- noticed you thinkin'- 
You got the potency to roll with me 
Homie, you know you will get broke and beat 
I'm dope indeed 
I grab the microphone, you grab your rosary beads 
Who came to see me speak? 
The soul in the boiler room, mold to the beat 
Had the flow since a fetus- I'm dope, please believe it 
Zoomed out the womb, boom box and adidas tryina break 
My mama called me Nate 
I walked out of the hospital and bought a can of paint 
Ever since that day, nothing has been the same 
Became the maniac upon the mic that you cannot contain 

Mentally, I'm better than everyone 
Never met anyone tellin' me different 
I mean it, I beat it up, eat it up, we get up- 
Even the beat isn't ready for me 
When I begin to speak in the mic 
And I'm freakin' it right away 
Never be havin' to breath 
I'm competin' to be the one 
biddin' a bitter goodbye 
to an idiot thinkin' he king 
It ain't really a thing when I'm bringin' it out- 
But the people, they love it- that; I'm all about 
And if I could defeat every bit of the weak in a weekend, 
I'd do it and then I'd be out 
With a negative agony down in my belly 
I'd be disemboweling all of my enemies 
Draggin' 'em back to the pad in a bag 
I'm attackin the whack and I'm leavin' 'em empty 

Tempt me 
I'm a nice guy, but who knows, I might snap 
When I kick flows, these thick hoes get sewn to my sack 
I write that with an intention to bend it and lean it 
If I say it enough, it'll become true, do you know what I mean? 
It's like I walk through valley and I'm askin' for sex 
I finally got to Leb and then I'm askin', "what's next?" 
I bust heads, but in a nice way- I might stay and rest 
Or maybe I'll head back to Windsor, so I can play with my friends 
Sup Teece, sup Ethan 
Hey Nate, wassup Drew 
Hey nick, what's up nick 
Futawn; fuck you 
I'm just playin baby ♥︎ I cannot be taken serious 
But if you want a lyricist, look no further here he is 
Steerin' his vehicle into the ditch- pitiful 
Miserable little idiot fillin' the rhythm full- 
Of everything he got, will he give it up? No sir 
Everybody wanna see him swimmin' with a toaster 
Overhead, I fly like a missile 
Soar like an eagle, I'm so official 
This'll maybe hurt a bit, might even tickle 
Either way it doesn't have to be made into a big issue 

If you wanna get down to the beat 
I'm the clown for the job 
You have found what you need 
I compound with the sound 
I confound and defeat 
From the nose to the toes 
From the ground to the beak x2 

If ya' just got paid 
Or ya' just got laid 
And you're havin' a good day, say hooooo 
"Hoooo" 

All the people in the place 
Who are feelin' out of place 
Who don't really wanna play say noooo 
"Noooo"

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