| Through bein humbles
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| Tru Mast’on da track. |
| LIKE THAT y’know?
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| Been in this rap game for like the past
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| four bullets now, y’know?
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| Doin bids, yea yea
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| I done peeped a lotta cats come through
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| Courageous cats, stray cats, haha
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| Top cats with top hats, yaknowhatI’msayin?
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| But it all boils down to this: we talkin lyrics
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| Rhymes, line for line, numero uno
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| Who the best? |
| I don’t know
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| Check it Flame on — I rain fire, when Johnny Storm
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| I’m shocking like live wire — you have been warned
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| I prolong this next chamber, to make it strong
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| And prove all them doubters wrong
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| Killin Em Softly with this song, addin on Let them toes get they tag on, dead men run no marathons
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| On my shift, shootin that gift, knowin he snitched
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| on the telethon, runnin his lips, sinkin the ship
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| Give back what his mother gave him, mother made him
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| and now she can’t even save him, Johnny Blaze 'em
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| Send him to his final restin
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| Back to the essence, Faces of Death — The Final Lesson
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| Torture (3X)
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| Motherfuckin torture, y’all niggaz know
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| Who got John Blaze shit? |
| Suckin my dick to get famous
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| So I switch blades to Dangerous
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| Welcome to my torture chambers
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| Torture chambers where John Doe’s remain nameless, hear me?
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| I know it’s Def Jam, but think clearly
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| I made it possible for y’all cats to come near me Keep your enemies, close and your heat closer
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| I slam just like my culture on all theories
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| Dead that — straight off the meat rack with this one
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| You get burned playin Nix-on, Hot Biscuit
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| Stand back — don’t make me spit one, and paint pictures
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| On the walls of your mental, with hot lead from out these pencils
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| Iron Lung since I was young and not knowin
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| where the next meal was comin from, been troublesome
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| To all those posin a threat
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| If I go, everybody gotta go next, y’all niggaz know
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| The code of the street soldier, I’m watchin time
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| And time watchin me colder, Grim Reaper
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| Breathin death on my shoulder
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| Waitin for the day to take me over (take me over)
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| Torture (3X)
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| Motherfuckin torture, y’all niggaz know
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| That you can never touch my flow, go ahead and hate me Still tryin to fuck my hoe, Johnny-come-latelys?
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| Got me in a world of shit, and now I’m pissed
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| Mama said there’d be days like this, tis the SeaZon
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| for Ducks and my pen’s bleedin
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| Leavin’kids barely breathin for sneak-thievin
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| Famished from lack of eatin and lack of teachin
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| Banished from Rhyme &Reason for high treason, can it be That the kid with the knot knees
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| Got G to make a grown man cop pleas, for this track
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| I got a Lovebug like Starsky, blow back
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| Until I drop Tical Part 3, ain’t no stoppin
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| when you start me, John Jay
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| Pullin your card, mayday mayday
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| Niggaz owe they life to God, and now it’s payday
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| Take it how ya wanna take it, fully clothed or butt-naked
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| I learned the hard way — ain’t nuttin sacred
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| In this world — time to face it, Johnny Basic
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| Instinct, I’m sure to make it While others fake it, fuck the spotlight, G-O-D already got light
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| Say what you like, just spell my name right
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| No doubt, this one goes out, to all you trout-fish
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| cake niggaz, keep my dick up out your mouth
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| Torture (3X)
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| Motherfuckin torture, y’all niggaz know |