Chorus:
I see the gimmicks, the wack, & the real (x8)

Verse 1:
I give the real so you can pick apart the counterfeits
And if you ever doubted it, then turn this track up louder
Tip your ears to the speaker or cover your earbuds
And listen to get the lyrics; no need for you to sear bud
It's simple, use your mental like I did
Or go online and put the RapGenius before your eyelids
You will see no evil just like you will hear none
Won't rap about a gangsta party since I don't beer guns
Bear...arms no Smokey; don't be toking
Or be dosing, 'cept Ibuprofen
Been getting sore from these gains by throwing these barbells
Moving so much metaphorical weight, you'd think I'm a cartel
(But you're a NERD!) Yea, No one Ever Really Dies
From the product that I'm pushing even though we call them lines
You can bump it all day and it still won't be a crime
Cause basically I lace a beat so I can blow your mind

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Verse 2:
I see a bunch of rappers with your beats but no substance
I see you only repeat chants cause you can't throw punches
I see that many trap rappers can't do this track justice
I see I gotta teach these people just how I does this
First, I might think of patterns sweeter than Hi-C
Or maybe punches colder than hands holding ICEEs
And as an emcee that makes me move crowds that I cease
With the flow; the crowds roaring, drowning out the high seas
See what I did? (I See) See that I been rare? (Ah, si)
Tienes fuego? (Ah, si) Then keep it blaring, bro
I bet you're all wondering what I see when I spit so icy
And many folks in my scene aren't snow capped where I'm seen
Well let me break it down on the M-I-C
When it comes to rap M-U-S-I-C
Even with a G-I-M-M-I-C-K
I'm still hip hop's H-N-I-C

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