(Get it, I get it, I got it)
(Get it, I get it, I got- g-)
(Get it, I get it, I got it)
Look, get it, I get it
I think I understand now why I feel so apathetic
When I'm the one that stands out
And these other dudes pathetic (okay)
Just waiting for a handout, then eventually regret it
It ain't the way you planned out
But that contract fuckin said it, boy
It said you ain't a man now
Man, your boys should have proofread it
And edited all the crap out
Like come on man, come on!
Shit, should have known better!
Now you don't own nada
Not your own get-up
Not your own bars
Nor your own record
Fuck, label sodomy is tough
Now you binging in your kitchen at the bottom of your cup
Crowds of ominous anonymous ain't clowning you enough to
Push you out of your own mind that ponders how to self-destruct
'Cause honestly, it sucks to be a product of your motherfucking label
Promising you love only once you make them a buck, uh
True shit
Lesser rappers get fooled, kid
I guess I'm glad I ain't stupid
EXO be the clique!
Yup, glad I ain't dumb
Whilst rappers randomly run
Towards a deal and a stack, I'm crafting a path, I've begun
Getting it, winning and grinning, spinning sick raps with my tongue
Impressing women and children and men that actually want
Something that's both ill and original
I will not be pigeonholed
My skill not dependent on no fictional little reward
EXO the clique, hoe, didn't you know?
We digivolve, you kitchen roll
We'll hack you all to pieces and have you anxious for Jesus
Bitch, don't ask me for features, unless you're actually ill
Trying to copy our swag don't mean that you matching our skill
You ain't got shit on my attitude or the passion of Bill's
Roger and Scuare each could have your ego kidnapped and then killed
My neuroframe pseudo-computer game, consuming stupid lames
Cruising straight through the future, shooting flames at losers' usernames
Fusing chains of muses, making truest music, who's to blame?
Nothing new, we'll EXOcute intruder students of the game
EXO be the clique!
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