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Mr. Killer, I'm killin it by the second, the realest to do it, my lyrics is off the limits.
Its, the lyricist, vigorous, still the vividest, visionist,

God magnificent!!!!!

Hi, Mr. James how you do
I J.Cole, but them bitches like who dat?
To my roll a joint.
And I get like I.. flip a coin.
When i rip greats, shit faced dudes how my taste? quick paid.

[Girl] I love you James!!

Its Saint Patrick's the way I the green.
Its in the south, I gotta keep it clean.
Now I'm motherfuckers!
Look the peephole.
I vomit on the track, you could me Stev-o.
I got green, my name be Ceelo.
I'm knocking doors down can you see me through the

I'm the man now dudes put your down.
phobia the way I gotta standout.
Man, I'm just flyer a beehive.
Yes I'm the best even can't see why.
you see it? I'm taking on the lead.
I so hard it is aching out my teeth.
It's Mr. Standout I'm taking on a seat.
cold in Miami cause I'm bringing out the Heat.

Now I'm back with my snapback, act fast, stacks on my backpack, blackjack, swag can you that?
hat with the all-black DG's
Looking a Mac when you something like a PC.
I'm on your TV, acting Cool J
Too fresh, stuck up on mind like a toupee.
Mr. player, you at the ref.
And if you heard of James then you must've been deaf.
I ran track now I run tracks.
Fun fact ya boy sharper a thumbtack.
It's coming and its sounding like a comeback.
It's first coming and its sounding a comeback.
Man, I just never a day off.
They call me "the beAst" and I em take the "A" off.
Take word to the shoe print.
J to the K, you to the movement.