Brahms: Musical Analysis: Bernstein on Brahms, Symphony No. 4, Op. 98, 1st Movement: IV. "Now, Think of It - We Have So Far Only Had 44 Bars of Music"

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Verse 1 I'll murder your whole city nigga like Frank Nitti Hideous the city is niggas better give me this Respect when I flex cause my Tech flows like amphibians From here to the Caribbeans unexplored territories like Venus Niggas never seen the team it's seems keenis Impairing your mind like Zimas infrared beamers keep your posse on my penis Now it's on wicked shit is the lick a Middle West flex The abyss who this bitch who dis dis click bliss is hangin' that bitch by the clitoris You get spit on shit on hit on get on the dick of this slick niggara But you can always call the nina a killer in America Amerikilla I got skills to kill like over dosing pills blood spills for million a dollars bills You can try to kill this or feel the illness of a nigga that's comin' out real I don't know why nigga you livin' a lie and plus I despise those who try A nigga like I that's high and fly and sly Midwest side so you just might die Check it out I murdered these ho's Hercules flows my shit carries on like hepatitis The weak biters mean nothing to me give me no fuckery fowl like what Non-ghanacocle Urithritis I might just make a nigga bite dust When I bust plus calamity feels great can it be ill yes sanity kills a real nigga But still I'm wicked like Amityville The best the 9 coresh burned now it's your turn you must learn misery niggas are crazed like twenty-four gang niggas on sherm When it's on I'll be heated like a hot comb tell these punk motha fuckers to leave me alone when I'm in a zone you get blown away get the clones away Mitch Bade nigga cause it's on today Chorus Now it's on Now it's on Now it's on Wicked, wicked now it's on Chorus Now it's on Now it's on Now it's on Wicked, wicked now it's on Verse 2 Now let me take a toke and let these niggas know That Lejo ain't 'bout no jokes niggas better learn the ropes Were like cosa nostra and we'll fuck around and cut your throat Decapitation facin' devastate the nation when I'm racin' can't stop this Nigga you can catch a fist or you can rest in piss for that dis that you thought I missed I'm indestructible and untouchable not givin' a fuck about what you know I don't love no ho I don't mug no mo but I'm still collectin' my other dough Now peep the rawness my rhymes are flawless fools get tossed for tryin' to floss like bosses People can call this the click with no loses cause a nigga can flow from September to August Deep as the seven seas colder than no degrees Niggas is easy to get down on their knees When you're lookin' at rhymes like these You always find that he's bitin' my shit it's me he's tryin' to be No more chances understand this I'm the man with the plan I stand from Kansas and this weed enhances scand less dances What is in my hand will make your last glances Fucking with a technicality this is what it's got to be Nigga sit on the side of me my mentality makes fatality reality Split your anatomy assault and battery niggas pray to god we stop We won't though ask me whose on the top they don't know but don't know motha fucka in the motha fuckin' western motha fuckin' hemisphere really want Joe. Associated with a deadly force we got codes deeper than morse sounds like (oops) a needle point bullet shoot through a horse so of course I'm leavin' niggas dead like a corpse Don't test me biatrice another colloquialism I came up with the bitch Peep this twist people do pitiful shit I do unforgettable hits A nigga submitted amerikilla did it and got aquited I flip it in a minute When I get them relish slips you can't sell us dips we're getting high off k. Bombay packin' hella heat like Pompeii Itch may ade bay igga nay anyway I gets ill when I feel like getting biz You know what that is I know what that is when I be rippin' everybody know what that is kcuf snomed ni eht dog tip If anybody wanna catch this I just said fuck demons in the god pit backwards and that's bomb futuristic attack shit Match this takes hella practice to rip scripts nigga gotta be thorough I gotta make this shit make sense so I can say made it ma top of the world Give me life or give me death death becomes the evil like asmodeus I gotta melodious flow it becomes proteus changeable untamable angel Anghellic bustin' like a magnum Tom Selick Missouri terror sick of losin' money at Harrah's mic assassin like Antonio Banderas how many niggas you know will bust styles so ambidextrous and I mean I'm buck wild when it's on I be heated like a hot comb like I said in the first zone accident prone be these niggas who wanna flex with Tech when the heat is on nigga now it's gone Chorus Now it's on Now it's on Now it's on Wicked, wicked now it's on Chorus Now it's on Now it's on Now it's on Wicked, wicked now it's on Chorus Now it's on Now it's on Now it's on Wicked, wicked now it's on