| Put out the word Blahzay as emerged
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| Surged most prefered from the verbs and words
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| I finesse, try your best
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| to diagnose, when I host,
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| you get roast, toast
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| Bet grip bra when I rumble, you crumble
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| My stuff is good like mo jungle soup
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| Rappers getting soup front and rugged
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| but i don’t plug it, when my sematic hits to your nugget
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| and expose, you know how it goes when it be pretty
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| when we roll is like we got the key to the sitty
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| it won’t be pretty,
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| for you to challenge, knock you off balance
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| betta reconsider your talents
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| You weasel, you better off pumpin diesel
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| I find it feasable your days is over frontin evil
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| Shouting to your people triing to bless your spot
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| but we don’t beleive that cuz CBS tells a lot
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| on who got shot and who does all the crime
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| DANGER! |
| And you knew it all the time
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| When the East is in the house, Oh my God!
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| DANGER!
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| And when we in the house, ain’t no time to act sheisty
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| come out a spicey to your ass that is pricely
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| cosin', you get baked like Mr. Braustin
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| Beans in box, you need more strenght than just locks
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| I rocks hardcore even when I dress suited
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| On some business shit my street is deep rooted
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| What is this shit?
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| Rappers want to blossom, put they all a costume
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| Toking weed buffoon I’ll tell you soon you learn the hard way
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| Tims and blunts going Broadway throught this theater
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| hardrocks is getting witter like virrer
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| for Alles the East is in your parlor
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| on some proper shit and it will never be the opposite
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| And when we move on your circuit
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| You better pray to who you worship
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| Das recommended ass kicks come splendid
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| Long winded but I don’t need my respiratory
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| to bless my story, you got nothing for me Ace been ploted behind doors they skeemin’up
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| For my arrival, rappers are teamin’up
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| Do your stuff finize is going to be limpin’MC’s
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| when I plan my rap you be left handicap
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| Sweat! |
| gather because I break you no Jalope
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| Building all heads that be older than your papi
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| Pack the wind while PF backspin
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| to the essence, you get scarred to my presence |