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‘case you don’t know

‘case you don’t know

‘case you don’t know

Boy Sage on the microphone

Ehyo listen

(Yo, it’s rhymey on this)

[Roque Sage]

Look

I’m out here just to make a statement

For these nggas that don’t know my greatness

I’m be up buh they down like the basement

Trynna test me but I ain’t got got patience

I’m a one of a kind no replacement

A list weapon cuz I do stay gracious

When I hop on the mic better know it’s a wrap bout to switch up flow like that

Hot blooded hair don red like shanks

I go hard on every track

I’m thе one with the wave but you still dеy land

These ngga want beef but they ain’t got cow

They chickens put the chip in

Now my bars fully charged got me feeling like a prison

List 10 reasons why you think outbest me

Come with the lightening raiden

Flow goes hard and I’m so bragadocious

Funny how lil nggas vex us it’s so outrageous

Sneeze on the mic I’m ill cuz all my lines contagious

Spit fire on the track like salamander

Higher higher weh my lighter

Pen on paper every hour

[Roque Sage]

Bro you better

Pass that mic

Killing the beat like heart attack

Boi sage and rhymey bring that gas

Causing the heat now them don dey rash

We got the audacity huh

[Rhymey]

Got the audacity

Buddy I’m back with it

Packing a punch and it’s hot when I rap with it

Y’all niggas lacking it

God, ain’t no matching it

I’m really set to consume all em pals with it

Marvelous

I’m still a boss, ain’t no cap in it

Lines really dope, my flows got crack in it

Passionate

Passion is strong like Hercules

Accolades

Cus I’m really deserving it

If you hating it speak up

Half of you niggas pissed off when I spit

Fuck it I’m sick and I’m mixed, God and a beast

And I ain’t bluffing a bit

Fucking legit and I’m king to foes

I bring fire when I spit a flow

A king type when I speak, no gees oppose

Out for a fight, I seek the throne

Giant with the size

I’m a mafia guy when fists are thrown

Fame and the bag, I seek em both, fuck

A kid with no flaws

I spit and don’t flop

And that’s based on the fact I’m skilled

I show off when scripting those words I spit

I don’t flop

Fame and the bag, I seek em both, God

I wish I get my goals quick and blow, Fuck

And that’s based on the fact I spit and bro often scream like “Oh God, this kid is so pumped”

Uhn, yo

Get me a mic I’m flexing, steady

I’m out suppressing stress when I rap

I’m blessed with gifts and it’s certain

Yo I’m fly like those on flights

I’m coming out to smoke em guys with flows and lines, crazy

Those aside, I’m cold as ice

I’ll show you fellas

I’m Ready so bro you better

[Roque Sage]

Bro you better

Pass that mic

Killing the beat like heart attack

Boi sage and rhymey bring that gas

Causing the heat now them don dey rash

We got the audacity huh

[Roque Sage]

Draw my graph to success

So calculate the sine, cosine and tangent

Oliver queen when I shoot, so you know that I don’t miss my target

Mandem do chat nonsense, still regardless I’m the subject damn

Wipe the floor with them

Cuz I’m the man

Uhn

[Rhymey]

Still boss in this

Sick often

There’s destruction in flows that I spit, it’s madness

Too many praying I fail but fuck it I’m still gonna win regardless

Broskis hating on me but I know deep down they seek my talent

Like a beast when I feed on a beat, Cus obviously I’m starving