| From dawn to sunrise, sunrise to dawn
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| I drop math in ya path and rock on Sunrise to dawn, from dawn to sunrise
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| For you to try battlin me would be unwise
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| 65 cause seven days of the week so You don’t wanna catch a sinker slider to the cheek bone
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| Call me critical the disc jockey, the B side kickin
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| Phat beats eternal, eternal pushin fried chicken
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| Snap cracklin, the daft shacklin rap jackels
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| Sneak attack battlin wack tacklin
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| The crab apple got skills but at the same time artist
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| I face the east and pray to the rhyme goddess
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| With the tender lovin, the rainin and the big sliker
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| The good sumaritin, homicidal hitchhicker
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| Hell on wheels of steel, stick shifted
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| Puffin on beats and rock on to get quick lifted
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| Syllables into non-refillable blank spaces
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| Eliminatin contestants according to their rank basis
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| Buryin secarian MCs when the scratch is torn
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| Direct other rappers can’t fuck with the natural born
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| I never face the same ginet that Romeo faces
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| Cause I’m too concerned with my Enhomeostasis
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| The DJ front and center and the sooner he flips
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| You’ll be freeze framin till the next lunar eclipse
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| With the crazy ass birds a prey, they got the right words to say
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| They come and circumsize you when ya eatin ya curds and whey
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| Try to make a new jack feel the ace of spades
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| Before ya know the ledge gettin sorta might replace his grades
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| Used and confused goin about the whole scheme wrong
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| Ass backwards from the closin credits to the theme song
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| Dire straits reminising back to prior dates
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| Ya better off tarzed and your rhymes look in fire place
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| To slash and burn and try to learn how to earn the wage
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| The end of the chapter four rabbit, time to turn the page
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| Pathetic cryin on ya knees, beggin for a lease please
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| Lemme keep the autographed poster and the creased sleeve
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| The whole prize vaporized before your eyes ya lost objective
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| Because the dream was no longer cost effective
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| Ya threw a gutter ball and still had to utter gaul
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| To profile and front, when you know my shit is butter y’all
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| From dawn to sunrise, sunrise to dawn
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| I drop math in ya path and rock on Sunrise to dawn, from dawn to sunrise
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| For you to try battlin me would be unwise
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| From dawn to sunrise, sunrise to dawn
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| I drop math in ya path and rock on Sunrise to dawn, from dawn to sunrise
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| For you to try battlin me would be unwise |