| It don’t take nuttin to play exclusives man
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| I wanna see niggaz get down with the motherfuckin skills man
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| That’s what really count man, any motherfuckin body
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| can play, motherfuckin exclusives man
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| It’s about, the creativity, the blends, the mixes
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| The skills nigga! |
| Take it back to the essence of this shit man
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| Let muh’fuckers see what you can REALLY do
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| I’ll give you one clue to guess what my rap gun do
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| Like kung-fu, I got a steel pallet I practice runnin my tongue through
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| Ninety extra inches my lung grew, I stun you
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| And when I’m done a paraplegic’ll outrun you
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| You want head trauma, real soon I’ma promise I’ma
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| drop seeds that blow up like the the Unabomber’s momma
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| Y’all know what happens when a rapper starts yappin
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| I’ll be bionic orangutan hand back stabbin
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| I break light speed surge and illustrate verbs
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| His career was so short his bio was eight words
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| See I’m admittin the sentence was well written
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| except THIS motherfucker should have never started spittin!
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| I’m too triflin to let him life again
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| I’m stiflin pain permanently by feeding you nitrogen Vicodin
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| See some of the worst speakers that I know
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| could vegetablise your flow like pico de gallo
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| Boy you got a lot of balls, playin with a dude
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| that can telekinetically extract bricks out of walls
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| If you come in my zone dissin my curriculum
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| I chew your ass out like the flavor in a stick of gum
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| The linguistic league bitches, cutthroat, smeared lipstick
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| Wrists slit and I suggest you keep the dissin before
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| you wake up in a tub to only find your ogans missin
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| Make sure to leave your tongue, with hopes you continue spittin
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| Dickridin, label providin, your fraudulent image
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| You the type of silly hoe to have no sense to begin with
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| Listen hooker emcees, on a mission of death, last breath
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| Your final rest, baby who got next?
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| I pop your lungs from your chest cavity
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| You consider your amateur blow to be challenging well then battle me!
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| I’ll be waiting six feet, beneath the sheets of your thesaurus
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| Deep defeat, crack your teeth, no AutoTune on my chorus
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| Distorted your image, while drownin all your hopes and wishes
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| Revenge is served cold on a set of dirty dishes
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| Snitches, yeah, haven’t you heard?
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| I’ll put my barrel in your mouth and show you what a women’s worth
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| This is the definitive guide, on beats and rhymes
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| On how to get a black eye fuckin with those black guys
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| You better listen to what I’m sayin and teach yourself
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| Or I’ll give you a belt and watch you beat yourself
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| Told you don’t make a sound if you do they will put you down
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| Then all I’ma say is look at you now
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| Hip-Hop was not based off risk on a primal level
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| We rhymin with you, not rhymin at you
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| You better understand this shit or get talked to in Arabic
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| Banana clip, you don’t wanna talk to Canibus
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| You talk about bars, my upper torso crawl up the wall
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| in your house through your window boy
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| Burglar bars get ripped off, bite off your arm
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| Leave (Jigsaw) scars, that’s just a doll
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| This is Thunderdome hall, decoded like Sean
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| The laser beam scan the apartment, it’s gone
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| Metaphorical wizard, the Oracle visit every four minutes
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| Until I finish, you bring me more Guiness
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| I’m like Devin the Dude, and Mexican food
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| with some Mexican dude and some gunslingers too
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| Come through, call the airstrike on your hood
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| Evacuate every bitch that make love so good
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| So what you wan' do? |
| E’rybody chillin, we cool
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| Don’t have to rip the face off no fool
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| That ain’t «Lyrical Law"that's a lyrical rule
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| I ain’t did this before, I don’t wanna be cruel
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| I just wanna be loved, but the world wants blood
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| So we barricade the doors and wait for the noise
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| Nature boy, my name is deployed, the cave is destroyed
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| If you mention his name, he gets annoyed
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| Cause boys should not play with psychotic toys
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| A boy should not talk with a psychotic voice
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| Stand before me, don’t plead no case
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| Cause you passed «Lyrical Law», you already great
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| So take your place next to any emcee that’s great
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| In the Most High’s name we pray
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| «Lyrical Law» |