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You need to pump your brakes
Dribbling over my game like it's a damn train
Buddy, I make money and take money
It's all the same old lame individuals don't hate we
You need to shut your mouth
Talking and walking is two different things
It's like rain and drought
It's like pain and doubt
It's like Kane without murder, rebellion, and incest
Who's next?

Rhyme breaks, spell good, fine as sheet paper
Don't play hide and seek so call me a playa hater
Dope rhyme sayer is for what I'm known
A hard act to pass like kidney stones
Get your own, nobody wears my gleam
Trying to steal my theme like the Fonz did James Dean
Young, black, and lean similar to guitar strings
With my fingers I can make sheets of paper sing

P-J all day
Got these pretty bitties screaming and it's okay
Baby, it's alright
Daddy's back, about to smack those whacking assholes
Who's next?

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Who's next? Who's next? Who's... me

And who's next to feel the reign of a Tech?
And who's next to feel the pain of a death?
Who's next to live life?
Next to get a wife?
Next to sell out?
Next to lose their sight?
Next to dismiss and eventually get dissed?
Open their mouth without an element of risk?
Next to sign another whack contract
And walk under a ladder in front of a black cat?

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My time to shine
I gotta scratch and snatch up mine
Time after, I rip tracks and spit disasters
I'm past nerds trying to act like your pastor
React more like a possessed man in plaster
My raps score more than fly eligible bachelors
Copycat style is still a page in this chapter
Forever finding fans for that fact I'm no actor
Realest MC when it comes to these words, I'm the Baxter

Wake up, wash up, brush your teeth
Got caught asleep and your raps just stink
Coming up against me, what did you think?
That I would just stand there, wouldn't even blink?
That's why you dead wrong and I'm alive, right
Still breathing with more rhymes to recite
Like the bands on JB's, you just got checked
Let's have a moment of silence for whoever's up next

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Who's next? Who's next? Who's... next?