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measurement exists (woo)\nI had a hall-of-fame career, I'm setting records in this bitch (woo)\nAnd I would definitely spit in the face of one of these niggas (ha)\nLil' bro (yeah), you a stepping with a switch, let it rip\nThat shit be loud, watch how definite it get\n\nYeah, Machine (yeah)\nUh-huh (uh-huh), let's rock (talk that talk)\nCheck (yo)\n\nI'm crossing borderlines, rocking metallic Jordan 5's (uh-huh)\nMeteoric's how I describe my sort of rise\nThat's from creating fire like neanderthals in prehistoric times\nSo hot, open wounds get cauterized\nI've been focused on my targets like an ox's eyes\nTryna go from skirt steak to porterhouse inside my portion size\nRappers talking importing drugs, those be exported lies\nStatements, they be falsified\nBut, anything I speak on wax, I stand on it\n\nYou know my shit is fortified, Timbs with the embroidered 45\nI killed him and I left him mortified (I killed him)\nThree-fifties like back to school season, nigga, I bought 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a switch, let it rip\n[01:22.35] That shit be loud, watch how definite it get\n[01:25.03] Yeah, Machine (yeah)\n[01:27.37] Uh-huh (uh-huh), let's rock (talk that talk)\n[01:30.77] Check (yo)\n[01:31.55] I'm crossing borderlines, rocking metallic Jordan 5's (uh-huh)\n[01:35.46] Meteoric's how I describe my sort of rise\n[01:37.06] That's from creating fire like neanderthals in prehistoric times\n[01:40.85] So hot, open wounds get cauterized\n[01:43.26] I've been focused on my targets like an ox's eyes\n[01:46.12] Tryna go from skirt steak to porterhouse inside my portion size\n[01:50.09] Rappers talking importing drugs, those be exported lies\n[01:53.23] Statements, they be falsified\n[01:54.95] But, anything I speak on wax, I stand on it\n[01:57.34] You know my shit is fortified, Timbs with the embroidered 45\n[02:01.18] I killed him and I left him mortified (I killed him)\n[02:03.33] Three-fifties like back to school season, nigga, I bought supplies\n[02:06.92] When I say I'm destined for Ms, I'm talking off the nine\n[02:09.94] That broke shit was torture, like the waterboarding kind\n[02:12.90] I drowned it out, and DrumWork, that's what the sound about\n[02:15.88] My author lines got me immortalized (uh-huh)\n[02:18.07] These verses is dome shots, they leave you scatterbrain, disorganized\n[02:21.82] With shorter lives, the impact\n[02:23.53] Like haymakers, I'm making top and bottom drawers\n[02:26.02] Divide the separation of Jordan Mids and Jordan Highs\n[02:29.51] I swear to God, this where we draw the line, look (I swear to God)\n[02:32.49] And every bar is carved with glass shards, leave 'em with black scars\n[02:35.71] These sentences is infinite like limits on them black cards\n[02:39.23] Two of the illest at large, Machine and Skeese\n[02:41.97] If we speak, you must respect it as law\n[02:44.25] Hard as the asphalt, it's DrumWork (nigga)\n[02:47.32] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Metallic 5's\n  artist: \"Conway the 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