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Clap for me!

They say “Mr. Fantastic” can you rap for me?!

DJ bring it back for me!

Let me stretch, get loose ‘fore I black on it!

Turn me up some!

Triple R to ya’ll, rap Reed Richards

Stretch money instead of truth, bruh, I mean business

‘Nuff flow to fill a ravine, you should bring pitchers

When the beat got that swing, you gon’ NEED pitchers

On the mound, throwin’ it down, Stan delivers

All pro, I ain’t a Goddamn beginner

Pics after the show, now let a man eat dinner

Too focused on A to see what plan B git us

Nappy fade, with some grey on the sides

Omni Man Stan when that pen and paper collide

They lied and said you was the truth but now your status denied

This slap forever, die waiting for the pain to subside, ooohhh

Classic over trendy bruh I’m still here

Holla at me in a decade if they still care

When you fall and bounce back if they still cheer

Then you’re worthy to wield the mic like it’s Mjolnir

I’m still in here and still prepared to take what I’ve earned

Y’all some build-a-bears, I’m built to bear the weight of the world

I been the realest here, that’s on my soulmate and my girls

So who you feel compares to me that really ain’t my concern

Is he dope ain’t a debate ‘cause most will say he underrated

A couple takes that state that he a great or just the greatest

Some artists focus less on albums just on making playlists

I choose the former but I hope the latter choose my latest

Clap for me!

They say “Mr. Fantastic” could you rap for me?!

DJ bring it back for me!

Let me stretch, get loose ‘fore I black on it!

Turn me up some!

For the poppers, lockers, God bodies, Rasta

Hip-Hoppers, not for… the imposters,

Nah bruh, recognize a spitter when you spot one

Learn from a showstopper, turn me up some!

Mr. Stantastic, party of four

Dope in audio form. What’s a God to a Gore?

Butcher beats like Benny on the stage with The Boys

You HOPE to have a good show bruh, I came to destroy up here

Giving out work like I came to employ

George Seurat on the mic when I making a point

Sorcerer in the stu when I conjure up joints

Come and fetch this blessing that I came to anoint

From where we rock New Balance but struggle with old vices

And high blood pressure be coming with low prices

‘Fore the virus we been dealing known crisis

Transformed from Ol’ Dog, to Osiris.

Now we came to flame these joints like arthritis

While God guide us, peacemakers, and born fighters

Got homies with more seeds than papayas

Trying to find peace while writing on papyrus

Denied of equal rights and living wages

And couldn’t see the Gods that we are ‘til hitting stages

Best kept secret like Bibles w/ hidden pages

Best source of raw Hip-Hop and edutainment

My life’s a Hip-Hop quotable they ain’t publish yet

Slept on by the masses til I left a few with rubbernecks

Took a swing at rapping and I sent it to the upper deck

Only other language that I’m fluent in is cut the check!

Clap for me!

They say “Mr. Fantastic” could you rap for me?!

DJ bring it back for me!

Let me stretch, get loose ‘fore I black on it!

Turn me up some!

For the poppers, lockers, God bodies, Rasta

Hip-Hoppers, not for… the imposters,

Nah bruh, recognize a spitter when you spot one

Learn from a showstopper, turn me up some!