| Yo, I got a problem with the mic, so I solve it like a mayne
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| Grab it by the neck and rock it as hard as I can
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| From nikes on my feet, to the mic that I freak
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| Emcee will agree that I’m precise on the beef
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| Fuck fronting, shut down pacs like game over
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| Consistanly light shit up like chain-smokers
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| Flex and I melt down flesh like flamethrowers
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| Fresh is the duky gold chain kain showed us Funny how your honey (???) came over
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| When you were aroute last night, coulda remained sober
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| You woke up in the morning with a bad hangover
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| I woke up, and bang a coocha til the day was over
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| It’s like that, (like what?), like this
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| Mutherfuckers try to this get put on the hit list
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| Punch punks like I’m futiless, yo catch the fist
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| When I be taking out emcees like dogs that need to piss
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| Hook (4x)
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| Easily I apporch, the microphone because I ain’t no joke (joke)
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| On a scale of one to ten, approximately I’m a thousand
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| Stomp thru your neighorhood, city, or project housing
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| I am something that you never seen before
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| Like your grandparents having s** behind close doors
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| I rhyme like a scavanger that hunts for his prey
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| And prolly kill a dozen rappers and just call it a day
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| All I need is bitch that’ll give me wet dreams
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| So I can get my rocks off like erosion in streams
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| I drop science like clumpsy professiors in auditoriums
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| And strech niggas out like a mutherfucking accordian
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| I make you look stupid like (???)
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| You can cruise in the greyhound and i’ll cruise in my jet
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| I’m impossible to beat like playing tic-tac-toe
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| Celph titled is famous for spitting ill (???)flows
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| Yo, me and apathy are like brothers since birth
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| You catch a bad one and get put under the earth
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| Hook ( |