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[Verse 1: Mach-Hommy]
[Chorus: Mach-Hommy]
[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
When it comes to this rap shit, with me, there's no equivalent
Cut the umbilical cord, don't need no middlemen
I'm takin' shit by force now, verbal intercourse style
Show-no-remorse style, I keep comin' with more style
Potential of the free-thinkers, we heatseekers
Shake up speakers, I keep a mic to complement my Nike sneakers
Learnt to keep my cypher complete, since Illmatic
Bet I make Ben Frank do acrobatics, I'm charismatic
For thеm dollars, I gotta have it, I gotta have it
I can not combat it, step in my way and it's problеmatic
I'm 'bout my goals and gold, I throw a diamond at it
All my stats platinum ranked, we hustle automatic
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