| I got rhymes for the deaf dumb and blind
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| And a 20/20 eyesight; |
| big mouth yappin
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| Crystal clear ear competition mere child’s play
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| When I’m formin up, can’t be guarded now, sendin y’all to the
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| Drawing board, I floored niggaz with the skills
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| I’m sick and bored, of all the triggers and the steel
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| That you’re cappin; |
| why don’t you give all that weak shit a rest
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| And start rappin — I’m puffin the buddha bless yes I’m packin
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| BOWLS, and spittin the rhymes on? |
| testabra?
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| Be like D’Wayne from _What's Happening_ talking about «Uh-uhh!»
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| Ya, can’t defeat me, delete me, beat me, greet me
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| With a grin or, get your chin jaw and your neck broke
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| And then I’ll rip off your arm and throw it in a stew --
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| Boy I’ll make mincemeat of you,? |
| speed a few, wimps eat a few
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| Shirmps need a new, temp-orary mind-boggler, follow me, G
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| Niggerole, bigger flows, hover over small ones
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| Others flows will fall, come and get some
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| Runnin shit one rhyme AFTER the next
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| Master the flexology, follow me, take all of me
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| Fuck a beast, buck a beast, sucker please
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| Don’t you know _Miuziweighs-a-freakin-ton_ like Chuck D’s?
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| Psych! |
| Thought I would contradict myself, didn’t ya?
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| I’m gettin ya
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| I’m hittin ya ass with bass all in your face so taste the bit
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| In ya, bowls of Soul, get on a Train but I’m not Don Cornelius
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| Really it’s not no gimmicky shit like chicken popcorn
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| Now new and meatier, shootin like a meteor
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| Beats fat and beatier, feed me your brain child
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| The strange style contains foul language
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| So tell you kids to go to sleep so the beat can enhance you ock
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| If you a rapper grab your mic broke cancel the glock yo'
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| Ass is grass and I’m the lawnmower hey bonhead nigga
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| Put your rhyme in the towaway zone
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| Red’s all I see like if my name was El Toro
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| On the land, smokin a reefer, underwater smokin a coral reef
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| I squash beef like a meat grinder
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| I’m the kind of chief rocker to seek and destroy boys
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| Oy, I’m all of that and a plate of chitlins
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| So won’t you sit and listen to the way I flip the script
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| Like, a beat to make a flip to beat to breakin shit
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| Delete you makin hits complete awaken kids I eat ya
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| Like a batch of bacon bits takin it to the next step
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| LET’S GET ILL |