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The next track from #CLOUDDRIVE. !!! is a west-coast driven lyrical display. Y-Rap goes all out on this track. H!!!Power.

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Just catching this feeling off instrumental,
still ain't have the chance to show off my full potential,
the kinetic poetic, flow embedded from heaven,
niggas been hating since forever, them fellas pathetic.
I'd like a bomb bitch, use her sex as a weapon,
but I got this awful itch, love to wreck sessions.
I been thru with what I been through,
the future is my throughfare, keep it thoro man,
If I wasn't such a fucking threat, would you throw a care?
Doesn't matter if I can't see you if I know you're there.
Prolly see a smile on my face before i show despair,
I had to learn how to make diamonds out of lowly squares,
in a room full of lions I was the only bear, so I learn to get it my own way, its only fair.
Im true live shit, ill kick a phony snare,
do it like 96, let her jump up on the pony.
All eyes on me, ya one and only big homie,
that's word to two of the greatest, you on my level then show me.
Like St. Louis, they fake coolly, they can't fool me,
like stank groupies, you pay dues, but you can't do me.
You straight Loopy, cardboard character,
get Big Sean to do it or Drake to take care of ya,
cuz I'll put you on the mountain, but be damned if im a carry ya.
Like a pandemic of West Nile or Malaria,
like every time I disappear, just come back wit harder shit.
Undertaker, legend before I'm major, just honor it.
Two Carters, a Sean, and 3 Jacksons couldn't match this,
cards stacked against ya, I don't start games I end them.
I laugh even when I sinbad, thats different.
I crash at a chick pad, hit it, break everything in the kitchen but the dishes.
Honestly not yet, another check on the wishlist, in the middle of business, like wall street suits.
put the industry in a strong grip, call me glue.
you done got pissy with the wrong nigga, call me shoes,
and you the little bitch, that's about to catch a bruise.
Think you livin better rich, but we know its just a muse.
think that you a veteran, to accept that I must refuse.
Had more swag wit raggedy ass shoes, and I called your girl a sintch, cuz she was so easy to do.
Kind of like Hip-Hop, you look at it like high level trigonometry, just stop,
in this economy ya stock just flopped, from the second I hit the market, couldn't stop this clock,
got it wrapped up and I'm too hard, can't block this cock.
Fuck the game, she my dirty little cum slut.
Hit it every now and then, bad bitch, dumb luck.
no emotion, treat her ass like a dump truck. f
eed her Mickey ds, turn up the bump, make her listen to plugs one through three.
what more do you want from me, I know many worse Niggas that'll front for free.
My time ain't worth pennies, more like TV, trillions in value, bitches suck for #2s and a valum,
and expect respect. I deject, detest. Weak threats see less than middle seats on jets.
You living jet life, I'm international space station, mission is to be fly, humble and stay patient.
alot of people went the other way, the same ain't ever make it.
This hip-hop, for granted how I never take it.
I may not make alot of music for them girls to shake it,
but guarantee they strong arm they way up into my spaceship.
Uh huh, I'm the best and that ain't changed since,
5th grade, 15 trips to the stage shit.
only difference is I invaded they lane, and became everythang that they would slave to attain.
Know with my flow I'm prolly breaking they brain, I lay it insane,
ya playing just delaying the pain, too late in the game, ya flowers will decay in the reign,
I got that boubanic chronic locked from Compton to Boston.
You moving at a pace something like NASCAR in caution.
We past stars, pads, and car copping, but if you got the shit brother then stay flaunting.
The last bar, what else imma say, but stay bossin!
The last bar, what else imma say, but stay bossin!

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released September 12, 2012

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