| Rhymes galore, rhymes galore
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| Rhymes galore, rhymes galore, rhymes galore
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| Rhymes galore, rhymes galore
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| This for the motherfuckers out there on some real hip hop shit
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| Yo, yo yo, mayday mayday, mayday mayday
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| Walk barefoot on niggas like Kunta Kinte
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| (So, what you say?)
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| What is you doin' when you walkin' this way
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| I burn you like I’m smokin' a chalice with El Da Sensei
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| I be designin' fashion like Mark Buchanan
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| Yes I keep it slammin'
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| Shit just be bangin'
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| Just like a loose cannon (blaow!)
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| You better park, niggas
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| I spark niggas, like sharp niggas
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| I stay up rippin' shit apart, niggas
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| Float over water like Noah’s Ark, niggas
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| Cover yo' face, and don’t get caught up in the scene when it get dark,
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| niggas (uhh?)
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| Excuse me Mrs!
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| Sure to hit you with the fitness
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| Give you niggas the sickest
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| Jumpin' Jehovah Witness
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| Beamin' in on niggas plottin' and schemin'
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| And steady dreamin'
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| On how they gon' do they double-teamin'
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| Fuck the bullshit!
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| My nigga it be best you know 'bout it
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| Before you get secret indicted
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| Make me slap a nigga lopsided
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| Hold up, son listen it be so beautiful
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| When we catch you
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| Like a nigga sold us too much pharmaceuticals
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| Come and get it quick!
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| When Busta Rhymes be up in the place
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| Those who don’t like it, go get the dick I’ll give you a taste!
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| Aiyyo you need to just focus on my earth tremblin' rhymes
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| That got me fillin' in by the million
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| Fuck-a yo' opinion!
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| Dominatin' like Kings Dominion
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| Leanin' on niggas like we on motorcycles pop-a-wheeliein'
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| Aiyyo, number one roman numeral
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| Completing the executional shit as usual
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| I ain’t scared of ya!
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| Takin' all of yo' paraphernalia
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| That’s my word on Mrs Mahalia
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| I hope you know yo' best bet
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| Is to get the fuck out of my area
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| Before I rip you from out yo' interior
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| And I hope you know you got to keep a corny nigga smothered
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| Grab the gat off the cupboard
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| You never know when shit is safe so keep yo' face covered!
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| While I be scorchin' it
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| A lot of niggas be lookin' for alternates
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| And still just lose they life that’s so unfortunate
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| Trailblazin' me, since my mother started raisin' me
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| Hit you with the powerful shit that sometimes amazes me
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| I create junkies just like «12 Monkeys»
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| Spreadin' right throughout yo' block
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| Catchin suspects who thinkin' they so lucky
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| Loud and clear for those who cannot properly hear
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| Frequency so loud, shatter, couple ampere in yo' chandelier
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| Now when I’m in the place, give me my space
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| Nothin left for me to do, my niggas blew up the place
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| What the fuck
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| I got rhymes galore, rhymes galore
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| Y’all, I got rhymes galore, rhymes galore
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| My Flipmode niggas got rhymes galore, rhymes galore
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| Busta Rhymes got rhymes galore, rhymes galore
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| Aiyyo yo, we got rhymes galore
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| Yo we got rhymes galore, rhymes galore
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| Rhymes galore, rhymes galore, rhymes galore
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| Me and my Squad got rhymes galore!
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| Fuck that |