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Ugly
AiKZ
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Fuck a cold-blooded killer
Microphone fiend, skin vanilla
Never iller, straight in (illustrating) for the bigger picture
I deliver puzzle pieces, make you reconsider
Put 'em together, have you staring at a middle finger
Uh, and Liam's cooking the heat
So that's another coming at ya from the booth to the beat
I've got a quicker step than Willie Pep
With hidden jets within his creps
I could intercept your left and redirect it at your head
Pow, you say you're ready, but how?
I'm dropping verses that could tear a fucking hole in your house
I'm holding it down for the town where I'm rolling around
Bars in copious amounts are overflowing my mouth
I'm tryna have a conversation, they're tryna get out
That's the reason why an instrumental follows me round
I can't stop it, couldn't give a toss for a topic
When I've got lyrics coming at you, leave you spinning like sonic
You don't love me? Don't try it
They used to call me ugly, now I don't buy it
The lyricism runs deep, so deep
That I meditate through the night, no I don't sleep
Everyone that judged me, be quiet
Hate to see me succeed, no lying
Now every time I touch beats, none speak
And they won't pay a compliment but I know they'll bump me
It's mister Fuck You and your ego
I've been here killing tunes since Bebo
I'm on point like a Steve Nash free throw
Went and beat the game and I didn't need a cheat code
Who's on it?
Now I just wanna let loose on it
Wait
Cause I've been dropping tunes like a bubonic plague
And I've been too honest
From a youth, I'm amazed
People still wonder how I ain't phased
I couldn't give a flying, I ain't lying for props
Right from the off
They won't like it, but it's never likely to stop
It's A I, a lot of guys don't pronounce the name right
AiKz not Ikes, get it right, it shouldn't take time
It doesn't matter if my pockets are brass
Or if they overly flash
I wasn't focused on cash, hoping to stack
I was hoping what I'd wrote on a track
Would have a listener replaying it and quoting it back
You don't love me? Don't try it
They used to call me ugly, now I don't buy it
The lyricism runs deep, so deep
That I meditate through the night, no I don't sleep
Everyone that judged me, be quiet
Hate to see me succeed, no lying
Now every time I touch beats, none speak
And they won't pay a compliment but I know they'll bump me
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