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Fake Problems The Magazines

They don't know who you are. They get a brief glimpse and then you just shut it down You know you close yourself off. Because they only know whats written in the magazines

in the sky it's a bird it's a plane What's that niggas name? Captain save a hoe main More faster than a speeding bullet to put on his cape and scared I put the fake the fake

in Cold-Blooded nine assassins, time for action, Johnny Unidas Handle that like arthritis Still, hold a golden touch like King Midas *swords clash* Verse Five: RZA Drowning problems

M THE ROUNDEST NIGGA DOWN HERE SQUARE WHO YOU ARE YOU WANT DRAMA YOU CAN GET IT AND PREMIER'S DOWN WIT IT BABY CHORUS THERE'S NOT A PROBLEM THAT

nigga down here, square who you are You want drama, you can get it! *scratch* and Premier's down with it baby [Chorus] There's not a problem that I

cold Blunted non-assassin, time for action, Johnny Unidas Handle that like arthritis Still, hold a golden touch like King Midas *swords clash* [Verse Five: RZA] Drown in problems

Eh yo drew, turn my mic up Cause i want these motha fucka's to hear me I see you rap bitches talkin' real slick in the magazines. I'm the same bitch

huh [Verse 1:] Yeah, you know my name rings a bell Or should I say rocks em. I'm shelltoe rockin Females I don't got em but get em with no problem And

buy anything they need from the clerk with tattooed eyebrow If you can relate to this that's great If you can't it's probably because I'm fake contrived