| No buddah bliss
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| She musta missed it Still bangin wit the anger
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| Kissed a soul sanger
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| Class of 78 sunset strip
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| Cause I been outta high 20 years with 30 somethinish peers
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| What a trip
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| Never drank beer with the boyz
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| But the love we shared was for the art of noise
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| Dump puff a smoke make me cough
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| But I’m not a chimney
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| So you can’t call that shit soft
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| What turned me off
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| Swore their breath stunk
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| Plus/I never got out rhymed by a drunk
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| Now a style is your hair or something you wear
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| Who said it’s getting zooted
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| Till your brains polluted
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| I ain’t playin
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| This mainstain stayin rooted
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| Instead of be’in pimped &then prostituted
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| Won’t be the last time
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| Cause it ain’t the first
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| So do I dare disturb the universe?
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| Gettin you down like gravity
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| Gettin you down like gravity
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| Gettin you down like gravity
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| Gettin you down like gravity
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| --Goin'down, diggy diggy down-- ---Method Man
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| No U turn
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| I pumped up, hittin switchez
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| But all this talk reflect niggas &bitchez
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| Where did that come from
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| Only the labels can explain
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| But they play dumb while they take from
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| I hit em up the rhyme uppercut
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| Tell me what have they done for me lately but hate me Attack me might as well be damn Pataki
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| This hip hops in me So they can’t stop me The rhyme animal has resurfaced
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| Wreckin all elements destroyin all irrelevant
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| It all comes down to this
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| What good is talking bout the hood
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| When you got mutherfucken madness
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| Am I ringin those senses
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| Brothers drinkin worse shit
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| Then they’re be pourin in their benzes
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| I give a damn so I curse
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| So do I dare disturb the universe
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| Gettin you down like gravity
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| Gettin you down like gravity
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| Gettin you down like gravity
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| Gettin you down like gravity
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| --Goin'down, diggy diggy down-- ---Method Man
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| See I always been a rebel
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| Now I got my own kind blind
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| Brain trained on the devil level
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| You don’t measure a man by what he got
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| It’s what he does, what he left &what he takin care of A brother like me annoys em But I’m +Kool G+
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| When I +Rap+ about em it’s +Poison+
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| Everybody wanna be Big Willie
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| Chasin down loot Dole &Newt
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| Who do you shoot?
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| I’m fingerin targets
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| While ya figurin
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| Figgaro Figgaro
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| Soup opera for the niggaro
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| I ain’t chasin no movies like Jason
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| Or Loolapalooza cause I ain’t no looser
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| Ruff stuff to the babies spread like ravens
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| To the heads of heads but I ain’t crazy
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| Chorus to the chorus verse to verse
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| But do I dare to disturb the universe?
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| Gettin you down like gravity
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| Gettin you down like gravity
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| Gettin you down like gravity
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| Gettin you down like gravity
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| Gettin you down like gravity
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| Gettin you down like gravity
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| Gettin you down like gravity
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| Gettin you down like gravity
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| Gettin you down like gravity
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| Gettin you down like gravity
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| Gettin you down like gravity
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| Gettin you down like gravity
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| Gettin you down like gravity
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| Gettin you down like gravity
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| Gettin you down like gravity
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| Gettin you down |