| God damn it Jimmy. |
| You better get in this house and listen to this Equilibrium
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| This vinyl is the best god damn thing in your life
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| I’ll slap you with that god damn vinyl piece Jimmy
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| I don’t give a fuck about a parka. |
| He’s wearing a fuckin' cardigan!
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| Yo, y’all know the fuckin' science. |
| Equilibrium. |
| Majik Most. |
| DutchMassive
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| And yours truly, Celph Titled. |
| We back up in this motherfucker for real
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| Fahrenheit 813, 2003. J.J. |
| Brown on the motherfuckin' beat
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| Watch how we flip it on these faggot ass niggas
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| Oh shit it’s Majik!
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| Most!
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| Yeeeeah
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| And I don’t kick mama jokes
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| I kick it to your moms, slippin' Mickey’s in her Coke
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| Everything I ever wrote, dope enough to quote
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| Your rhymes suck!
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| I wouldn’t play you as a joke
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| But crash my car to wreck yours no doubt
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| And if the streets are watchin', we shoot the eyes out
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| So fuck all that feminist stuff you talk about
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| No R&B in me, see I give it to 'em rough
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| Find your wife knocked out, naked, wearing hand cuffs
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| About to bust, when your girl grabbed the Kodak
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| Took a picture of my bozak, I’m all that
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| Watch my raps give you cataracts until you crash Cadillac into a cactus patch
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| The flow’s exact
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| Exacto knife raps
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| Slice through your backpack
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| Right into the fat, I’m the fattest on tracks
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| So make way, move back
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| It’s skills that you lack
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| So yo bust this
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| You can sweat me, watch me, jock me and clock me but don’t battle me
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| Cause you’re not a lyricist bitch
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| Majik Most
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| Bitch
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| DutchMassive
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| Remember that shit
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| Celph Titled
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| Damn it he’s ill
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| «Raised in the pit of the flame» — M.O.P
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| «Comin' real»
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| «And my team’s strong»
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| «Battle mech ready to flex» — Apathy 'Chrome Depot Freestyle'
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| «Raised in the pit of the flame»
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| You won’t find me in The Source for the quote of the month
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| Dutch
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| That’s right, throw your weapons up
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| You can catch me shotgun in your car, puffin' a blunt
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| Dutch
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| That’s right, throwin' upper cuts
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| I chuckle at the fact of what a thug would do
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| I stand right above you, snub you, take your girl and the mic from you
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| Ayo fuck you!
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| Sincerely from the whole crew
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| You’re never comin' out, delete your vocals
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| Both my arms will crush your ego
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| I defeat foes by throwin' they body parts to the shark people
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| You want battle raps?
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| I cut kids heads off at they backpacks
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| And tell 'em I got jazz while Celph push they wig back
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| I just sit back and laugh cause where I’m goin', see, chicks don’t dig that
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| And yo, I’m for the women FUCK THE CHILDREN
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| Building block Floridian, DutchMassive, Equilibrium
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| Majik Most
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| Bitch
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| That’s Massive
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| Remember that shit
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| Celph Titled
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| Damn it he’s ill
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| «Raised in the pit of the flame» — M.O.P
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| «Comin' real»
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| «And my team’s strong»
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| «Battle mech ready to flex» — Apathy 'Chrome Depot Freestyle'
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| «Raised in the pit of the flame»
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| We can stand up in a hurricane and still stay balanced
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| And give props to anyone that’s stupid enough to challenge
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| Equilibrium, Tampa Bay’s three wise men
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| Gamble with your life in our hands and let the dice spin
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| Tiger with ice pick claws
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| That’ll slow your roll
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| My clique is superstars, we get more head than a totem pole
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| Evacuate like Kosovo
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| I put bullets where they’re supposed to go
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| All up in your face and leave a hundred holes
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| MC’s can’t cope?
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| Keep your third eye closed
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| Brace for impact that’ll reverb from each verse I spoke
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| A true pimp, leavin' a bitches pants soakin'
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| When the last date you had was with a videotape and hand lotion
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| I’m nasty at bar fights so guard your gold tooth
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| Fuck tables
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| I’m hittin' niggas with the entire booth
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| My repertoire stay dirty south with filthy burners
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| Put my work on the streets and milk all of my earnings
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| I’m courteous
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| Even when it’s your life I’m ending
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| I’ll sterilize the razor and give you a clean cut image
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| Celph Titled, godfather of pan handled hip hop
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| But I can’t handle this man’s samples leavin' your man dismantled
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| Majik Most
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| Bitch
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| That’s Massive
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| Remember that shit
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| Celph Titled
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| Damn it he’s ill
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| «Raised in the pit of the flame» — M.O.P
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| «Comin' real»
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| «And my team’s strong»
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| «Battle mech ready to flex» — Apathy 'Chrome Depot Freestyle'
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| «Raised in the pit of the flame»
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| Jimmy get in this house and feed this god damn bird. |
| You wanted a bird
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| You gonna feed that god damn bird. |
| This god damn bird is malnourished
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| It’s god damn legs are bending when it gets on it’s perch
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| You son of bitch. |
| Get in here Jimmy |