| I’m tight, I’m raw
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| I’m the baddest motherfucker that I ever saw
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| I’m cold winter flow like snow icerberg
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| With the word, nigga that’s not all
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| I’m live, and I serve
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| I’m the dopest motherfucker that I ever heard
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| I’m too to the max got facts and I know the haps
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| But I’m so disturbed
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| If it wasn’t for this hip-hop holdin me down
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| I’d probably be found runnin 'round the town like a maniac
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| Aimin at you niggas but I’m glad it never came to that
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| Grimey y’all 'til they climbin up the wall
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| Outlaw, pullin at the brick of insanity y’all
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| I won’t call, cue on one on two
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| I’m on you like a cheap suit
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| To the ground like a deep root, I need my medication
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| I feel sick, I still get chills
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| My thoughts moves a hundred miles an hour with nobody at the wheel
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| And that’s for real
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| I’ll probably make a miracle before I make a mill'
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| You want to hold me, but I won’t let you
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| I’ll bet you the world that you can’t defeat me
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| It’s easier said than done, please believe me
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| And that part’s easy, but here’s where it gets
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| A little more complicate whenever we spit
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| The torch get lit, full force hit
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| You’re fallin off your high horse into horseshit
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| Hear the cries, fire in the skies
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| Pyrotechnics, windows have eyes
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| What a pleasant surprise, everybody dies
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| The killer got a wig, yeah he covered up he lies
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| He’s so fly, but he’s insane |