| Rap stack, spectacular, with the venacular
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| Stealth from a killing spree, they call be Blacula
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| Step back, get ya neck fractured by the rapture
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| Get choked out to the beat, by the manufucturer
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| And I ain’t here to laugh at ya, I’m just here to mash
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| Like potatoes, flush ya fucking flow down the drain yo
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| Let’s get it on, let’s get it gully, get it ugly
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| East New York nigga, we get it muddy, feel this
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| I’m hittin' with sound, with the sound of a tre pound
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| That knock niggas down, then run clowns outta town
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| My malls taller than skyscrapers, you catchin' the vapors
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| You only got a pair of jacks, I got a pair of aces
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| As a matter of fact, I left a pool of bb’s on ya girl’s face, kid
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| Slap the taste out ya mouth, from the Boogie Down
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| To the southern most tempted down south
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| There’s six million ways to kill a pussy, wanna count?
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| I never fake no moves, I just my thing
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| (Do my thing, now watch me, do my thing, now)
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| When I step up in the studio, rollin' dolo
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| With the bolo, mandingo, stunnin' mojo
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| Que paso? |
| I be the sharpest capolo
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| I ride over the ruggedest tracks, stack a Tahoe
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| Maybe a Bronco, or even a Durango
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| I MC for life, that’s right, I do my thing, yo
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| Bang bang, yo, back 'em on the chain gang
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| Yo, I wanna spit it for my people, so I can let 'em know
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| I never ripped it, to show off that I’m nicest
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| My instinct, is insinc, plus it’s timeless
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| And the light I shine, dog, is ultraviolet
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| A night catch a sun tan, man, where my rhyme hits
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| My soul glow is unstoppable, unrockable
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| I’m light weight, but I can put you in the hospital
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| Hittin' up the collective, or individuals
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| I’m like an eighth covered in crystal, I’m gonna hit you
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| So I’m the shit, huh? |
| Now I’m Down like a Black Hawk
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| Everywhere I go, like I’m walking on the catwalk
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| I wax it, and tax it, I’m doing the kung fu kick
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| Holding my dick, like Michael Jackson
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| Yowser yowser yowser, the more you can bounce to count
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| That everybody feel the power, you know?
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| I step on the stage, my mic like a lightsaber
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| Blast through the Seran Vega, then I jump off the wall
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| As I take it to your face, like Vega
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| Now who wanna contest the champion sound?
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| With the crown from the underground, ready to fuckin' put it down
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| Parallel or perpendicular, you couldn’t get with the
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| Lyrical elixir, I be the victor
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| Beyond, and bless the mic so glorious
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| And go 'head and dust off your rust
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| I leave you stiff as a statue, boy, standing in the dust |