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Part I

[Intro Skit]

[Verse 1]

Err' morning baptized with New York tap

It’s been a minute since I’ve been given a New York dap

These days it’s like slap, pound

I’ve been travelin', I’ve been babblin'

Rapid ryhmes for rapid runs

Just the Latin runs in my blood

Pumpin the passing sounds of the cityscape

How many Wikis does it take to get a chick with a pretty face?

Yeah, and I send a few dick pics

Get back to me, I don’t give a shit, it’s

Just like a litmus test

But it’s more about the litness

Rather than it, the kid’s acidic

I don’t really know about [?] shit

All I know about roll an ounce in the kitchen

And I been sippin' on, sippin' on brew

Crippin' on like my life depended on

Bet it ain't slippin' out my palm

I ain’t slippin', I’m sittin' on the corn-er

Err, say a word of what you heard

I lay by the bridge, I concur refers to the crib

[Bridge]

I’m a rap cat, you a rat act

You either too industry or you backpack

Man let’s not get into that, get into that

Damn you got to live with that, live with that

[Verse 2]

What it do, man? I’m the new man

Comin' through with a new stance on what you knew, fam'

How you know what you know

That’s why I don’t know shit but licks and some dough

Some piff, a bitch, and a bowl

Cat’s act like the shit don’t go

Cats better act like, "Shit, it can snow"

Just a glitch of the globe

Just a shake of the globe and I’m taking control

Cats can’t take what they know, they faked in a mold

I rap from scratch, I’m made in a bowl

Made by moms, made by my pops

Turned to a don, learned at the stop

Pastor Pat said it, it’s the rapture

Y'all can’t rap with, y'all can’t capture

A picture and play

Just with shit that you say, spit that I spray

I can tell you bitchmade by the shit that you say

Part II

[Intro]

Lil Ralph, Lil Wik

Lil Me, Pat

[Verse]

Ralph tryna get in me, ain't tryna let him be, nah

That represent the hell in me

I’ve been tellin' y'all bout how the stress done made a mess of me

They ain’t faking what the measures be

And interviewers still tryna figure out the recipe

Even if I gave it, couldn’t cook it

I’ve been staying out of bookings

I’ve been staying in myself

I ain’t sayin that he lookin' for the [?] under the shelf

Half the shit I rap about, man, I should be saying it myself

And I’m saying it aloud

I’m a-sayin' that I’m proud

In the back of my mind

Got my pride in a pouch

And I’m tryin' not to pout, I’m tryin' not to pout

Tryin' not to pout

But I’m a cry baby on time out on the side of the couch

And I'm signing me out

Not

Can’t stop the rhymes in my mouth

And I said this before

Pathetic pat, prophetic pat, what I said anymore

Pat back with the raps that get ya hat mashed

Hand on your hair when I said the shit you can’t catch

(Dick right now, right quick, huh?)

Pat’s back