| Our next guests have already become some kind of a show business institution.
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| They’re fast, they’re good, and they’re just plain too much! |
| Ladies and
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| gentlemen…
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| Blacka back again
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| Attacking MC actives
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| And I’m factorin' ya
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| Send you to your tip and rap again
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| Rappers get in accidents
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| See sacrilegious afterthoughts
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| Alack and I will smack 'em
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| But this thrashing is a Master Cleanse
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| Sunk up in it
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| Though I’ve been it
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| Potent. |
| Centered. |
| I deliver
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| Opus: us, you dope as us?
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| You must be smoking dust and cigar blunts
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| And our dope is healthier
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| You live more months and years
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| Now but your shit is not within our circumferences
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| Cleared atomic enter
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| And anyone is listening
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| My rhythm stuns
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| Your little uninventive shit is done
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| Come learn a little wisdom little ones
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| Get turned on with precision
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| Get a ton of inner shit
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| Begin your trip divisions
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| Uncharted!
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| Come start it!
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| Run forward!
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| One worded!
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| At times it’s so funky in here you think somebody farted!
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| Conform with unorthodox style
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| You think the floor would
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| Come crashing in from after
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| When these raps has christened your hood!
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| We on fire tonight!
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| We on fire tonight!
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| A-come on!
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| We on fire tonight!
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| With a 9 to 5
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| Or behind the mic
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| For the prize of life
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| We will ride or die
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| FIYAH!
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| Burning!
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| See the flames!
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| Turn to me and say
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| «Heard you be obeying your thirst
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| When you burst MC’s with flames»
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| Keep your dang little comments to yourself
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| Or you might just see the same
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| I am the Heatmiser, Miser of Heat
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| My heat will reign!
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| Seek and keep your lane
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| The lane I’m in is an illegal lane
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| Keep your sane thoughts
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| I’m insanity. |
| You don’t want to see no pain
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| DOA. |
| I mean forever
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| I don’t really see no way
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| I’ll conform to what is hot presently
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| I’d rather keep my reign
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| I’ll seek the strange patterns
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| Range roving up in your brain
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| With mathematical radicals sabbatical
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| Actual talent that’ll battle you lames
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| After you came, you left
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| With a loss of breath and stabbings and pains
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| In your neck and chest from when the rest of gathering was trampling away atcha
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| The whole place burned down to ashes and decay
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| And you looked back and all
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| Through the flames rising in a massive array
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| As I stood there on stage and moaned
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| After the blazing inferno
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| That happens often lyrically
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| A precedent had to be made
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| We on fire tonight!
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| We on fire tonight!
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| We on fire tonight!
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| We’re high as a kite
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| If you arrive with spite
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| J.J.'ll hit us with the rhythm flows dynamite
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| We’re designed to write
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| When it’s time to fight
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| For the mind of light
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| When you’re shining bright
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| With a 9 to 5
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| Or behind a mic
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| For the prize of life
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| We will ride or die
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| FIYAH! |