P2000

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I lent you the clip for all you fake rappers.

Straight actors acting like you're making bank after. Dropping hot garbage, claiming you're hot topic.

Really, you're not honest, talking like false prophets.

Underrated, they call us a one-hit. I'm readying for swaying, let's see how this one hits.

I'm a rebel, a product of my environment. Still telling no lies and no unnecessary embellishments.

Fuck corporate and corrupt industry politics.

All the freeloaders can get bent and get eliminated. All these bitches bitter from drinking the lemonade.

And I can tell you're riddled with envy from what you're saying.

Lately I've been moving unapologetic. We're the most, therefore you better learn mathematics.

You wanna learn how to rhyme?

You better know how to act like how you want number one, and all of your songs bad, too saturated. Player two like the Three

Stooges, we stupid. And when it comes to flowing, now I'm totally fluid.

For everybody in the city talking about us five, thinking that it's easy, then let me -see you boo it. -'Di mo kaya sabayan.

Init namin sabing P2 lang ang malakas. Davao to Manila, beast mode, international.

Sabi sa'min natural, 'di pinilit. Kung hindi mo trip, pumahimik ka na lang, bitch.

I don't give a shit, at least I'm out here signing my checks. Like my drink, foreign like my chick.

Haters suck my dick, fuckers on the tip.

This is not a diss nor a friend, it's a warning. Fuck a global warming. We bring the heat all over the map.

I think it's a wrap for the rap game, I'm feeling it.

Tap, pero throwing the towel, you can't handle it. Uh, tongue in my cheek and watch for your chin. Boom pow, K. O.

malaman ni Pacquiao. Bisaya lehan na siya, dahon ng bagao.

Tignan na suya, tahin na damn hollow. Pero kita lagi hapong mi sa ilong mga feet, uh.

Rick Owens, dark shadow head to defeat, uh. Fuck an award, fuck all the charts.

They don't mean nothing to me.

When I die, I'll be peacefully sleeping that I'm out of this -world that's full of lies, uh.

-Buffet for the critics who eat what I serve. Hate, watch the move, a twist in the nurse.

Your fame recovers cook, call it our foundation. You're stuck in straight lines, basic, no ambition.

I hate and biking, but you all bite less.

I'm the gold in the dirt, you just pirate, quite less. Mind your business, gotta say less.

Wear your glasses 'cause you're blurred like your progress. Are you depressed?

I just finessed your bitches, I guess. You're so impressed with the song with no stress. Can you contest?

Or you protest? P2 is the new gen, it's a statement.

Like this. Rest like Nuggy like this. Ladies be calling for a kiss.

Mans be trying to diss. Chismis. Yan kaya manginis. Kaya please wag na kang umalis.

We don't stick to any type of niche. Got a backbeat ready for a fist, bitch, uh.

Cooking with the best like a Michelin. Heavy serving, you can call me Shelton.

Aces on the court that I'm lacing with the definition of a icon. Now you get it all.

Now you get it all.

Now you get it all.

Now you get it all