| Yo Kris. |
| yo, where that shit at yo?
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| That ol' ill shit
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| I’m buildin foundations like a mason, I rock
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| The texture of my architecture connects the dots
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| It’s the blueprints of sense, submit
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| Rough and rugged so yo fuck it, my armor can’t get dent
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| But technical, yo, I got mad precision
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| I’m wired like 'lectricians, got wind like air conditioners
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| My position is the foreman, I got more in store man
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| I know you dig this shit so stop frontin like the doorman
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| Now back to the schematic, get dramatic with the scene
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| Hittin nails on the head, like a carpenter with beams
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| Yo this ain’t no dream, so don’t sleep or slumber
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| I make the fluid flow like a motherfuckin plumber
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| Other rappers just get dumber, I just get smarter
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| She rock from the start, to make my lyrics harder
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| I reveal the deal so I’m somethin like a revelator
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| If it’s over your head get your ass on the elevator
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| I build constructions of skills for destruction
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| Breakin through walls like wreckin balls
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| Demolition is the mission, you’re facin
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| Whack motherfuckers need renovation — so face facts
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| I’m harder than hardhats, I jack like a forklift brain
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| I’m penetratin brainframes, with the truth as my jackhammer
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| Check the grammar, collapse ya structure
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| Surroundin and blockin off suckers
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| Like barricades, I’m blowin up like the World Trade
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| My center, it reads danger, don’t enter
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| Down with like a build and destructin
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| You’re crumblin, while you’re mumblin, sayin nothin
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| A structure’s only strong as the frame
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| My knowledge is light, so I build to maintain
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| The levels of my impact smothers your conciousness
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| I wreck buildings cause I’m lyrically EXPLOSIVE
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| — repeat 8X |