| Yo, I’m straight rockin' it
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| Hit the block with it, chessboxing it
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| If I can’t shoot it, I ox it
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| And I’m reppin' for Brooklyn, tools in my rocket
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| Broke right outta my cage, I’m gonna rock it
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| Ooh, that’s how I spit, chill, yo I got this
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| I bust a move, one-two, shell shocking it
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| Put words together, make you stacking it, tackle it
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| I’m well endowed, and my flows quite accurate
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| I pull rabbits out my hat on some magic ish
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| Presto change-o, I do my thing, yo
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| Three sixty spin into Dr. Strange, yo
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| Wa-da-da-deng, wa-da-da-da-da-deng yo
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| Fuck gaming, and the gamer who spittin flames yo
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| I do this for my people whose minds in them chains yo
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| So everybody that’s really to roll, get ready to eat
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| Because I’m cooking on this track yo
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| «I said hey hey hey hey»
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| You know I be the god of the rap, the couldn’t hold me back"
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| «Yeah, yeah, yeah, yea»
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| I’m burning that purple, dog, you want some of that?
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| «I said hey hey hey hey»
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| Wanna murder these tracks, the god, know how to act
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| «Yeah, yeah, yeah, yea»
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| I’m bout to rep with skills, hold on, they couldn’t hold me back
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| I gotta be, all I can be
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| No matter what nobody wants from me
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| I gotta be, all I can
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| No matter what nobody wants from me
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| I had a revelation
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| To speak my mind with a good vibration
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| Aiy, don’t matter what you saying
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| I’m hardcore with my rap and I ain’t playing
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| I get around, get around, get around
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| Uh-huh, a force untold with so much soul
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| A twenty four karat heart of gold
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| I get around, get around, I get around
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| Uh-huh, a stop drop and rock, and shock yo town
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| Listen to the way that I scream it now
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| Wanna run up? |
| Put the smackdown, crack down
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| On the track now, matter fact, it’s a fact now
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| Million stops, earthquakes from the beats, move the streets
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| I got the treats and it’s a rap now
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| My sex is engulfed in a small pack of pow wow
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| I weigh the crowd for having a sound
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| That astounds the pounds, of leading to the track to the ground
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| And surround clowns with more color in they faces
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| In any circus in any town, uptown, downtown
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| Straight up and down, holler at the moon, now
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| Straight bring it to your face, kid
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| Blind ya like the police, sprayin' that mace, kid
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| I get around, get around, get around
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| Uh-huh, a stop drop and rock, and shock ya town
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| Listen to the way that I scream it now |