Come On Baby

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My capacity for rapping rapidly has to be/
From the acid of batteries I extract and then add to me/
So when I spit my electric, rhetoric/
Exits and then connects with attendants senses/
So they can dissect it, uh - piece by piece/
Or reject ‘cuz the message is too intensive/
The second, I resent it/
But to each his...no, fuck that, I'm the best preference/
Lyrically the best tested, yes/
I'm at least a beast, at most the goat, my flow is pro/
Y’all can't really try to put me next to so and so/
Poser hoe, gimmick, whose persona's cloned/
Every other line wrote hold gold or clothes/
Fucking women, or killing, or all the coke he sold/
I just wonder if he knows that he sold his sole/
To a business slowly going broke/
‘Cuz it keep trying to clone who sold the most/
But look at Mims, no one gave a fuck bout him/
He was hot then his flame went out/
People knew his song didn't know his name, so he faded out/
In the game if you aim to remain around/
They need to know how to differentiate you now/
Nowadays in the digital age/
It isn't just about the music, its the videos and visual aids/
So even if you twittering and getting hits on your page/
Your just another fucking face at the end of the day/
So I say that to say this (pause)/
My brain power demolish you lame cowards, I "reign" like spring showers/
I ain’t nothing to play with/
I'm devising a plan, so when this drop, no denying I am/
Everything that I stated/
No Excuses the Mixtape, listen to everything I've created/

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from No Excuses: The Mixtape, released April 20, 2010

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Fink New York, New York

Fink is a songwriter and rapper who is based in NYC.

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