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(Chorus) (And it's because of Hard Work)
Work Hard (And it's because of Hard Work)
Work Hard And it's because of Hard Work)
Work Hard (And it's because of Hard Work)
Work Hard
(Verse 1) I say you you don't wanna mess with the baddest
*** when I roll by. I'm the man that increases the flow of rhymes
That I'd be spitting I'm the accelerator
I'm a master-bator And a deliverer of pleasure
When I give These *** the viberator
Go *** yourself Now For whenever I began
Spitting out rhymes With the poetry
Of having a regular repetition Of my at the end of every line.
It's an arrangement of rhymes In a poem or stanza
And it's called a *** rhyme scheme
It's means that I got a plot For an attack.
For when I go for an attack Like the 'Tsarnaev's in Boston'
Hey Jahar!! Do you have the time?
I'm take you to the future And show what happens
When I throw you Into a *** rap bomb
Or is it a time bomb Your life stinks
So your life got stink bombed Sorry, I'm not always calm
When I'm being so damn poetic, My grandfather was comparing Me to Henry van
*** Before he died
Along with those black birds that died with him
And now my rhymes are affected By this infection of depression
Go back into the 1930s Now these haters are feeling blue
Every time when I spit badder on the mic Than them
Cause I've done more work it than them
(Chorus) (And it's because of Hard Work)
Work Hard (And it's because of Hard Work)
Work Hard And it's because of Hard Work)
Work Hard (And it's because of Hard Work)
Work Hard
Verse 2 I say you you don't wanna mess with the baddest
(***) at the west side of New York City
Its the place where the people gave me my *** rap name from
I'm not about to show ya how I started to get into this rap game
Let me just tell ya
When I got all rhymes together The people that we're listening
We're starting to get surprised! it was unexpected
When the devil ridded along my punched lines Like the ghost rider on my motorcycle
That's when I gotten all my haters *** up
Now I'm pissed off Because I'm not getting respect
Find out what it means to me Aretha Franklin You don't know what you means
to me That's why I moved to the suburbs
It's suburbatory Outside New York City
I'm the superhero of rhymes In the big city/
Now they call me spider-man I'm shooting spider-webs through my veins/
Don't you put my *** name in vain/ It would lack your substance of worth
I was born with haters
It became a curse from birth Hate is my *** birthmark/
I was told this rap game Was my *** trademark/
I wanted to add rock & rap Together like Linkin Park/
My rap is hard as iron And it'll hit you like an iron fist
Like (Tony Stark)
(Chorus) (And it's because of Hard Work)
Work Hard (And it's because of Hard Work)
Work Hard And it's because of Hard Work)
Work Hard (And it's because of Hard Work)
Work Hard