Final Outlaw Diaspora текст песни, слова песни Diaspora Final Outlaw
Final Outlaw - Diaspora
I been focused since I was sporting Oakleys on my dome
Payless sneakers replaced the new Jordan's we couldn't afford
Summers were never boring, Super soaker's signaled a war
My sentences are pure, your syntax is poor
Good luck in ever reaching my score, take notes if you see me perform
I don't got no manager damn it I can handle myself
I'm sticking rappers back in the shelf, back in amateur hell
I'm a true flow-er, the lawn mower, a raw poet
Ya'll are all slower, sipping at the bar dart throwing
Better start showing humility for I raise humidity
Instantly discrediting your little riddles validity
Syllables to soliloquies, none of it isn't shit to me
This is my symphony, this is me making history
Final Outlaw, my name will live in infamy
New York City's my home, God is my energy
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