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i am the man, even if they never love me
and if my life was in the gutter, i’d still be the man
i’ma do this sh-t ’til they tell me, that i am the man

i’ll make a toast from the top rope, and then i’m getting ghost
i’m better now, like malone in the post
my heart israel like adesanya
this the 4th day i’ve been looking at that triple entendre

i’m blue-eyed like a sinatra
on the mic, i’m like a phantom of the opera from hamunaptra
might not be jamaican but i’m on the rasta
all i, want is some cheese sprinkled on my pasta
if i have beef, instead of rob and k!ll them
i would just send disses and, have them robin williams
b-tches blowing me kisses, and showing titties, i feel them
the chronic got me gone ’til november like i’m a pilgrim

i grab a pencil, then verbally hit
split blunts, burn trees, straight fern gully sh-t
spliff got me higher than a hercules hit
take a pic, this it, i am perfectly lit

i am the man, even if they never love me
and if my life was in the gutter, i’d still be the man
i’ma do this sh-t ’til they tell me, that i am the man

i’m too high to be white-eyed like hopsin; a radiotoxin when i drop in
i cause a racket and some chaos when, i beat agassi with some top spin
hotter than the pipe ya’ll be smoking your rocks in
a degenerate, but i got my doctorate from johns hopkins
i only get one shot, yeah, that johnson and johnson

and my chin, like a diaz brother when locked in
wishin’ somebody would stop him
as the blunt get slapped like this is stockton
this ain’t even top 10, they want that hot sh-t and i’ve been keepin’ it stocked in

might never be pac, but to stop, is not an option
i smoke like snoop and doc, imagine if i, sipped that juice with my gin
i try to be smooth and sovereign, noddin’, unless you tempt my pen
i show balance, mobb deep and i flow callous
a prodigy, but i wreak havoc and sow malice
“hey!? what’s a wonderland with no alice? elizabeth with no palace?”
“hey!? what’s the 80’s with no dallas?” no doubt that it’s so foul it’s
what happens when your gal jumps ship when i show phallus

when they can’t throw in the towel because their arm is strapped down
time to speak to these cowards and why they doubt us
yeah, i got a style that k!ll
but i’m leavin’ no fresh prints when i fire at will

i am the man, even if they never love me
and if my life was in the gutter, i’d still be the man
i’ma do this sh-t ’til they tell me, that i am the man

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