| I know how to rip a mic different
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| I grip it like so Tight like a kryptonite with a bike pole
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| Sparks from my lips ignite liquid nitro
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| No telling if it might blow
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| The environments’gotta be hotter
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| Than solder beside the iron
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| Zinc vitamins
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| Hide’em inside when i’m writing the rhymes
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| It’s hard to keep property guarded
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| Because of these pirates
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| And i motivate
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| No debate
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| We’re takin it over
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| Make no mistake
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| Youre fake and there’s no escape
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| Cuz you got caught
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| Frozen waitin for the crosswalk
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| I can take it to another level
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| Where the bass is above the treble
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| And your face is in double
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| Evasiveness doesnt settle it A place and a space
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| Where theres nothing to meddle with
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| Lyrical combat to get you to bomb back
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| Blonde, black, lets get beyond that
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| Sing songs that attack with strong raps
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| Sans paddle we swim the long laps
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| Swans flap to get the pond packed
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| Want sass kiss my moms ass
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| Wrong tact convict you en mass
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| Take it back like linda ronstadt
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| Or luke sky with a twisted long hat
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| Ton ton fat subsisting on that
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| Tom tom high hat
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| Insist upon that
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| Listen to jon rap
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| This is combat
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| To get you to bomb back
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| Two fisted contact to Get the pond packed
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| Cause I’m on some shit that exists beyond that |