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This is how you murder Jaden Smith's Icon (Hex One) (youtube.com)
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/hexagon1
Merch: https://epidemic1.bandcamp.com/merch

Lyrics:
What you call an icon?
Run up in the industry holding a pipe bomb
I get a little cynic when a mic's on spit it
Vivid as picture snippet in a Nikon
What you call an icon living?
I get up in your chick and let the python stick it
I'm finna get this independent hype going listen
Y'all are not icons bitches

I feel pity dudes with deals can't deal with me
And half the spitters in it getting mills I'll kill quickly
Cause when it comes to skills I'm real picky
If Lil Dicky is considered ill that's still iffy
I don't really get it bro record labels settle for the bread
And put these rappers sounding dead up on a pedestal
Throw em in a centerfold with an article up on a mag
They catapult to platinum status with the letters bold
It's all about the cheddar homie all these jaded haters
Saying that I'm stuck in the past the fans cop the tape
Play it in their trunk and then blast I'll keep it a hundred
'Til running out the function with a bucket of cash
Homie you know what the code is I'm finna show you hoes
Who's flow is the coldest you need to all grow up
Oh you rolling with a little bit of dough so what
I bet you get offended when a pro show up
When I spit I make the city that I'm on blow up
Clique sitting in the middle of the floor tore up
All the homies getting litted with the smoke roll up
Henny Gold pour up 'til we all throw up
You are not an icon living
I turn a couple minutes to a night long visit
You just a midget with his sight on digits
Finna hit em with a right arm which is
When I grab the pen and then I write raw lyrics
Yo I'm like god connected with an I-pod widget
So I settle so much incredible shit up on a sentence when
I send it through the mic chord it might spark physics
Bitches and I might go psycho
And nah I'm not hater but I'm spiteful
Yo my brain's calibrated with a sight so precise
You would swear that I was aiming with a rifle
The truth kills but I do tell with a true skill
Shit is real son so it don't matter who feel me
The booth melts when I spew shells and a few slugs
Who fucking with me bruh you tell me

What you call an icon?
Run up in the industry holding a pipe bomb
I get a little cynic when a mic's on spit it
Vivid as picture snippet in a Nikon
What you call an icon living?
I get up in your chick and let the python stick it
I'm finna get this independent hype going listen
Y'all are not icons bitches
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