| Yo I’m a bastard, the aftereffect of passionate sex
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| I came out the bassinette blasting a TEC
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| Look out your window, see Ap passing your jet
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| With Superman in a headlock and a gat to his neck
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| Fuck kryptonite, Pixar bloods and crips on Krypton
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| Superhuman powers, a cape with house slippers on
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| I kept it real, money’s never my Achilles heel
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| I’m like Cliff Lee going for the Phillies deal
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| I’m a rebel with mics, I’m Daredevil with sight
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| I can be the peacemaker, I can set off the fight
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| Don’t provoke us, fuck around and get your death notice
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| I’m just trying to raise awareness, I ain’t talking about chef’s focus
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| I’m like a combination of George and Frank Lucas
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| You you catch locusts, eat mucus
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| So don’t you ever step, never rep, you will never get better
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| So get clever and drop the motherfucking mic forever
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| Stepping out of with a spliff of sensi
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| Running with them boys called DGZ
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| AOTP performing and they ain’t no joke
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| Fuck around and get your scrawny pencil neck broke
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| I’m a criminal, rain dance on you like a Seminole
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| Shitstorm your label flipping over tables
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| Professor X out of the chair, fully able
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| Wolverine up in the booth slicing your cables
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| This my kind of beat, the body will feel it, the mind is weak
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| So I slam bodies like Iron Sheik
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| This is hustle music nigga, we grind and eat
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| Fuck a hater, feel this razor that’s inside my sneaks
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| My brother Ap blap blap this is Honkey talk
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| The flow is tighter than how a fucking honkey walk
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| This junkyard calls, call a coroner
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| Undertake you, break you, the ultimate warrior
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| Yeah million dollar man, Ted DiBiase shit
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| Ralph Macchio flow winning like Karate Kid
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| Miyagi when I politic, Obama with the poly grip
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| Mad at the world, every verse I gotta body shit
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| Ric Flair silver-haired nigga getting old yo
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| Army of the Pharaoh clique, the rest of y’all are so-so
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| Me and Crypt are like the legion of doom
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| You can’t defeat us and we putting nonbelievers in tombs
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| Murderous arrangement using words to just play with
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| Guilty by association at my arraignment
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| Nightcrawler, knife brawler, fight harder
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| Pipe if I’m dead I’m a mic martyr
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| Porta rock, know how to spit, that’s undisputed
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| AOTP, we dirty, we ghetto, we zooted
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| We get gully, grime pays and y’all peddle y’all music
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| You got a new album, nobody listening to it
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| Appetite is galactic, it’s like eating satellites
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| An iceberg cyclops that freeze the blast of light
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| When this bastard writes it mics the afterlife
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| F with us, I check niggas like the answers right
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| I ain’t the type to walk around with my pants all tight
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| I love white women but live a Black Panther’s life
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| This Demigodz get the job done effortless
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| Got em waiting on the kid to drop like a pregnant bitch
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| I ain’t from this planet, your human rap skills are just lukewarm
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| I got alien intestines like the ones that kept Luke warm
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| Angering actors, action-packed factoring
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| Factions in Anchorage, Alaska waving an axe at you
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| My unfortunate orthodontist astonished
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| That I had cobra’s teeth, I bit him in his shoulder meat
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| All’s fair, I floss yeah the boss here
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| Won’t keep you in my prayers but I’ll keep you in my crosshairs
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| Vinnie San-hammer, Paz hit you with the blam blammer
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| Get my money on the street like a panhandler
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| American me motherfucking Santana
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| Rock more polo shit than a Cam stanza
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| Y’all are Kanye, sweeter than a canned Fanta
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| Allauhakbar Lord I’m Iran’s chancellor
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| There’s blood dripping from my mouth like a tanned panther
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| I’m the motherfucking boss like the man Danza |