| That’s what works, baby
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| You ready to do it? |
| Let’s go
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| Yeah, yeah yo…
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| I’m old school, like analog opposed to Pro Tools
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| And blow through your whole crew like Triple-X when he hold tools
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| The intellect is so cool, I freeze the cerebellum
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| When I’m blowin' air up in your melon
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| I’m compared to a felon with an infallible flow
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| Imagine me rappin' like I wanna hurt you
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| Worms will tunnel holes through your body then push that dirt through
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| I’m Jesus with telekinesis, I’m Moses, so focus
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| I open up the oceans with basic human emotions
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| I ain’t boastin', I’m that bastard that bathes in battery acid
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| You makin' Apathy mad, and you taken out in a bag
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| Zip from your cranium to your ankles
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| I study the radius and the angles
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| To turn those who oppose into angels with halos
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| Guitars and harps, my bars are so sharp
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| Marine biologists study me instead of jaws of sharks
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| It’s too deep, a few sleep like we goin' to nuclear war
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| Put my CD on sale and see what it do to your store
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| We show you how to do this, muthafuckas! |