| Don’t ever push yourself against' the wall
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| Cause everybody at a time knows it gets raw
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| And if you step, we’re going to shatter your jaw
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| (Cause if your fucking with one kid, yo, you’re fucking with ‘em all)
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| (Verse 1: Celph Titled)
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| (Yo, who the fuck are you?)
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| Don Juan steeze be razor splitting you
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| Rubix Cuban unsolvable, the high tech arsenals
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| Shiny metal things spit something horrible
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| Vocal arrangements inaudible
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| Pistol whip you
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| Mandatory, not option, what you stupid?
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| My clique consists of dirty dogs, and Cuban mafia children
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| Plastic explosive play dough the money is mine if I say so
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| Ain’t no thing in this universe that could ever be my match
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| Celph Titled without fly raps is like Slick Rick without an eye patch
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| Now how you like that?
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| Yup, my recipes dope I’m used to the game like Jeopardy under the oath
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| And lethal like white boys in trench coats
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| Straight up and down I’m serving niggas with 16 bar sentences
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| My spoken word is contagious and cancerous
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| I cancel kids like answering messages left by solicitation receptionists
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| Like my man Dutchmassive, we aggressively repping shit
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| (Ain't no question kid)
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| Lurking in the everglades
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| While you at home watching cartoons
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| I’ll be sitting on the dock of the bay, with a harpoon
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| (Chorus: Dutchmassive)
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| Don’t ever push yourself against' the wall
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| Cause everybody at a time knows it gets raw
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| And if you step, we’re going to shatter your jaw
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| (Cause if your fucking with one kid, yo, you’re fucking with ‘em all)
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| Don’t ever push yourself against' the wall
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| Cause everybody at a time knows it gets raw
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| And if you step, we’re going to shatter your jaw
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| (Cause if your fucking with one kid, yo, you’re fucking with ‘em all)
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| (Verse 2: Walkman)
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| And pissed off the wrong one
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| Hand break my pencil piece when I write this
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| A head storm shatter skulls
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| Speaking of blood sport, splatter over all pearly white
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| Fresh contest blazing adrenaline behaving rude and absurd
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| While the out of states criticize from the outside viewing
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| In observing and stressing us, the tropics
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| Fuck all you corn hole fuckers with no logic
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| Brining the heat, scorching your bare feet
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| Sprinting butt naked, long distance
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| Decking moving objects, direct shots but beaming optics
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| And that’s the instincts of a natural at time
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| If you ain’t heard right, I split bricks, strictly certified blaze shit
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| Light speed I’m sonically inclined with godly insight
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| Niggas get blow to bits like megabytes
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| Can’t fuck with this, alright
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| Storm dash trooper, the cybernetic intelligence
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| The 5th element regiment, crush your residence into sediments
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| Encrypted flows with the centrifugal dialect
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| The Puerto Rican cybernetic one
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| Authentic while you synthetic son
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| I hold down the galaxy with unanimous connections
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| Quantum physics expert ripping holes right through your guess shirt
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| The seven squadron dynasty get down and dirty violently
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| Walkmen and freestyles with the emcee seeking missles
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| Atomically stay blazing accurately bout to black out of this
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| Is Tampa’s side of things and that’s what 8−1-3's about
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| (Chorus: Dutchmassive)
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| Don’t ever push yourself against' the wall
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| Cause everybody at a time knows it gets raw
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| And if you step, we’re going to shatter your jaw
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| (Cause if your fucking with one kid, yo, you’re fucking with ‘em all)
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| Don’t ever push yourself against' the wall
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| Cause everybody at a time knows it gets raw
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| And if you step, we’re going to shatter your jaw
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| (Cause if your fucking with one kid, yo, you’re fucking with ‘em all)
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| (Verse 3: Dutchmassive)
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| Yo, I sense anger, how you going to diss a total stranger
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| Talk about my records, I’m a have to rearrange you
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| Feel this laser, you’re not who you pretend to be
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| Knock off your identity and aim for longevity
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| Fuck your concepts, I can do without your comments
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| The liveliest player on a catcher burning comet
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| You make me vomit, sick of all your trends
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| If I break all keyboards before tracks the wackness ends
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| Constantly stay blazing, F-L-A is dumb hot
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| No Glocks baby boy, I’ll smash your jaw with a cinder block
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| Hard knock not, I’m just a little anti-social
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| We word wide, while y’all still think we local
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| My name is Dutchmassive, remember that shit
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| I’m killing kids, girls that diss me, get the di-dick
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| Only got a few close friends and that’s way too much
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| Cause soon they all jock us when we blow the fuck up |