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Mac Miller - Leaders Of The New School Lyrics

[Intro: Mac Miller]
Uh (What?), we ain't fuckin' around (What?)
That's PJ and everything (Ayo, Proofe, what up?), hip-hop at its finest
(Right?) You don't sleep on me now (Look, haha, uh)

[Verse 1: Mac Miller & Jev The Ghost]
Don't be a fool, these the leaders of the new school (What?)
Y'all already know how Mac and Living Proofe do (Right)
I ain't gotta shoot you, spit can make your heart stop (Uh-huh)
Got a problem, you can meet me in the parkin' lot (Bitch)
No rockstars duckin' from the cop cars
Low-key behind the scenes with some hot bars
Me and my squad large, not to be fucked with
Y'all trashin' up the game with your rubbish
I'm a clean substance with street justice (Yup)
Shop when the plane land, I don't need luggage (Haha)
Sick like Chi-Chi's green onions (Woo)
I'm a nut for the money, boy, I'm comin' (Comin'), haha
I ain't scared of nothin' (Nah)
Rob my gym teacher's shit, how I keep him runnin' (Yeah)
Hip-hop department, middle of the target
Leavin' MC's with sweat stains by they armpits (Jev The Ghost)
Bitch

[Verse 2: Jev The Ghost]
I got an ego fit for Beyonce, swift with the arm flame
That burn your town quicker than Pompeii
I roam around spittin' that John Blaze
Leaned the Tower of Pisa, need that ether down my receiver
I'm wild and bulimic, ingest words, spit up that lie [?]
Had to stand out, so I pen in italics
They hope my memory fails, but my storage box when [?]
English glossary [?]
Prison itself, we could liquidate throughout the many states
Serve you with the bars and charge with large interest rates
Gettin' cabbage in France without the French dressin'
The South bails dumb niggas out, no bench pressin'
And I don't wish to elaborate further
We merged up, assassinate, murder when we purge
What? Get it now, pal [?]
I only trust funds like a Protestant, acknowledge it
[Verse 3: Colicchie]
I can't lose like a royal flush, I'm slick like I'm oiled up
Five fingers on five mics, coiled and clutchin'
I still got some feelings that I cannot identify
Success is in my failures, I fall down and again I try
Dusk 'til dawn and it's pitch black
I'm formulatin' songs 'til my wrist snaps
Performin' this witchcraft, it's like I'm long gone from a six-pack
The bomb's in a gift wrap, I'm strong [?] caught in a riff-raff
Then I listen to rap today, laugh, yawn and I sit back
No [?] tar from the marijuana, my lips black
I'd rather get physical, prolongin' this shit chat
I'm calm from mishaps with napalm and a lit match
The knick-knacks I crafted faster than Chris Pratt
The ambulance was dispatched from lyrical whiplash
Compulsive with the nuke once I'm shakin' from [?]
And half the fuckin' time I don't even know what my bars mean

[Verse 4: Jasiri X & Living Proofe]
Genesis the definition of what relentless is
The mission is attract witnesses with my sentences
The difference is, this ain't a bout, this is a lynchin', kid
Pack a lunch, I'll reintroduce you to what a picnic is
Local representative with vocals, that's my instrument
I'll poach you like you businessmen and smoke you like a business end
Wickedness, so they stay shook
My magazine shattered dreams, I'll put your thoughts on the wall like Facebook
Top right, under the eye, showin' the blackfish
[?] don't be mad, just stop spittin' that wackness
In this music industry desert, I am the captors
Still [?] with razor-sharp tactics
You an actress, you don't wanna go to the mattress
And for a while, partner, you better check that hat quick
And I don't need [?]
This is livin' proof I get in the booth and smash shit (Yeah, ha)
[Verse 5: Living Proofe]
Foot to the pedal, got me runnin' like a rebel
From you and LV, fuck you gon' tell me?
Shine like a bezel rock, turnin' up with level shock
Flatline, cake time, dough, I gotta bake mine
Man in the mirror, I see a little clearer
Mike Vick with the mic grip, picked in the rap game
Change like the seasons, stay non-believin'
Need proof for everything, that's truth they rarely sling
Followin' is natural, leadership is factual
Both are needed, hard to read it, so we keep it practical
[?] to an earthquake, blame it on my birthplace
Brain like a cubical, no fuckin' up my workspace
Still get it in though, easy as the wind blow
Down on the ground, hold the struggle for my kinfolk
Turnin' up the propane, lighter to a dope plane
Heat for the street, school's out like a bell ring, yessir

[Outro: Living Proofe]
Leaders of the new school