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Inherit The World
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Rappers came with their styles and I left with their heads
Their crews became victim of the body snatching dread
The world is now mine, the world belongs to me
I kept replaying the extinction of all wack MCs
Now innocents must prepare for my slaughter
My style will inherit the world just like water
Cover it like sauce, think about who lost
Niggas, Mobb was the reason for the MC holocaust
I be the first to admit I'm on some next shit
Two rappers stepped up and left believing in anorexia
I told humans I'd conquer bomb shit
Now I stand alone and take care of my continents
A&R's used to ignore me
Realized I was nice, now there's no
One left here to write my life story
'95, Rappers shelved like pearls
Hip-hop genocide, I inherited the world
Humanity gets crushed when a style is hard
Crews crumble up under pressure, God
Humanity gets crushed when a style is hard
Crews crumble up under pressure, God
Humanity gets crushed when a style is hard
Crews crumble up under pressure, God
Humanity gets crushed when a style is hard
Crews crumble up under pressure, God
I came alone, dragging bags of bones
Slit my own wrist and bleeding out microphones
Consider me the MC who lives forever
Raining hemlock on niggas, yes, the God of the weather
The end of time as you know it without a shotty
In a simple game of freeze tag, I touch everybody
Man's worst creation like T'Var
If this exists a life form, then I'm leaving town tomorrow
If I hadn't done it, the world wouldn't be clean
Now I memorize rhymes, work on my time machine
Nothing shall breathe or be conceived
They should've known, now it's sown and the world's on its knees
I feel relief, free from their directions
Now I battle my reflection, ask rhetorical questions
My actions, they might make mortals hurl
I won't have that problem, I inherited the world
Humanity gets crushed when a style is hard
Crews crumble up under pressure, God
Humanity gets crushed when a style is hard
Crews crumble up under pressure, God
Humanity gets crushed when a style is hard
Crews crumble up under pressure, God
Humanity gets crushed when a style is hard
Crews crumble up under pressure, God
Now put thought to the word "one"
'Cause now I got mad time to think about what I've done
It's too quiet here, I'm losing my mentality
I'm actually alone and I'm starting to see reality
No more hip-hop, what was I thinking of?
No more fat tracks and no family to love
No incidents making black people tighter
No more real MCs doing time in the cypher
No wrecking shows, no more getting biz
I fantasize and hear voices saying
"Yo, that shit was wack, kid"
Nothing to look forward to day after day
So why write rhymes? Who's gonna hear what I have to say?
And if I do, who's gonna appreciate it?
Humanity terminated, I'm alone and I hate it
I lost it all, my crew and my girl
All because I had to inherit the world
Crews crumble up under pressure, God
Crews crumble up under pressure, God
Crews crumble up under pressure, God
Pressure, pressure
Pressure, God
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Pressure, God
Pressure, God
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