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Pasta

Mick Jenkins

5

Aye

All I see is impostors

Niggas postures (is) Al denteRarely kick it wit out (a) sensei

Just brick lay

We cut the cornerstone and scrape the

Excess Mortar wit a switchblade

Ain′t no pretty glass houses this way

Y'all got the thrift thang

All this second hand smoke I′ll pass

Perpetually bitch made

Watch his second hand coast no dap

Niggas could me wit the swiss cheese

Gotta fill in those gaps

Don't wanna see ceilings

Told niggas no cap

Don't want any fillings I told the dentist no cap

No strap but he just as lethal

Desert eagle through the sands of time

No feathers feeble

I weathered storms and did the pantomime I rarely speak em

The power palpable

Hands talcum powdered when you greet him

We move discreetly it would seem that niggas barely take steps

You just don′t know I′m way more lowkey

Meet me on the base clef

I can't stress

You niggas prey about it I′m the apex

I told niggas befo

I'll do a web of lies like Willem Defoe

Gotta look em him in his eyes if u really wanna know

These niggas shapeshift

They make scenes

They like to act this shit don′t make sense

Playwrights these muthafuckas is on stages

I'm on the 50

Got a heisman trophy wit me

Stiff arm in my dickes

Rubber boots this shit get slippery

Im in no Bottega

A noble savage

I don′t want no betas in my in circle

Omega psi I got a couple dogs that's purple

You'll never know who wit me

Shit too thick on this side

All the growth been inside

I toss and a roach and let the tints rise

I′m in my bitch ride

She whip that shit like it′s a big wheel

I'm good wit this vibe

I told niggas before

I′ll do a web of lies