| Woooo!
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| You know something VG
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| Tonight, there’s gonna be a new champion walking out
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| Woooo!
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| There we go
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| Aye yo
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| Check it
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| Return of the Nature Boy
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| Heavyweight title under the robe
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| Bane and a blessing it’s, telekinetic weapon swinging
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| Rebel intelligence and deep flows
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| Over Ilajide bringing the chops like Ricky the Dragon Steamboat
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| My old stomping grounds, every speaker ever that played my sounds
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| Say it loud, I’m a mastermind and I’m proud
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| Have this line split a crowd while I walk through 'em
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| I mean
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| Omnipotent, still broken from losing close friends
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| What’s the scenario the, theory of the low end
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| With low ends, I figure four figures fours will snap ya low end
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| And pro bend, dropping lava rocks like Bolin
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| Titan spitting rhymes and flipping lyrics, luchador a Benjamin
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| Shout outs to my niggas on that grizzly fucking getting it
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| Deep focus ya eyelids visualize my target
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| Maintaining, staying focused always sticking to the real
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| Shit that’s sticking to ya ribs, what’s the fucking miggy deal
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| Feel ya body grooving, spirit lifted, level shifted
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| Shitting on nobody in specific, flow is on the Pacific
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| Massive like a naval ship is, love it because I live it
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| Grip, spit it from my inner, moving up another step
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| Mushing you suckas to the left, I do it 'til the fucking death
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| You do it for photo flash, I’m mixing the sticky with the hash
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| Light it 'fore I fucking pass, far ahead of my fucking class
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| Go get my mama, tell her I’m about to gra-duate
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| Make you sucka niggas have to hate
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| You can’t go wrong and you don’t stop
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| You can’t go wrong and you don’t stop
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| You can’t go wrong and you don’t stop
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| You can’t go wrong and you don’t stop
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| I’m inspiring to be perspiring
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| Sweating bullets, dodging city lights
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| That’s a major key, no Phyllis Hyman
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| Alvin and Simon, so nuts when I’m rhyming
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| Not to be fucked with, this solitary confinement
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| Slam the doors closed like casket matches
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| My big red machine solely solar powered by the masses
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| Cain and Abel I only came 'cause the titties on Sable
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| The boob tube stay connected like a navel
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| Walls of Jericho, tighter than Kurt’s ankle holds
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| See stars are spangled then we dip without the
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| Forces hard as Papa Shango
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| Still kicking voodoo, something wicked with the medulla
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| You can’t go wrong and you don’t stop
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| You can’t go wrong and you don’t stop
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| You can’t go wrong and you don’t stop
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| You can’t go wrong and you don’t stop
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| Everybody be asking, what the fuck we be doing
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| relocation, L.A.Z. |
| tell 'em we moving
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| Mooning all over the beats, I show my ass but I’m not cooning
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| She know I’m down for the skeet, but shit a nigga never be spooning
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| Booming just like the shakalak, open up all my chakras
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| I can’t wait 'til I drop the top just to make all that pussy pop
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| And La rocks the spot just like I’m dealing
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| All this dope we concealing
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| Dormammu from killing Doctor Strange in the building
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| Willing something to make a movement
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| A nigga be chiefing just like a teepee so I gotta spear it
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| Fear them, that’ll be never and my shit be so benevolent
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| Rhetoric like that sticky hydro can it be medicine
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| Let us up in that place with all the greats I swear we better than
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| You can’t go wrong and you don’t stop
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| You can’t go wrong and you don’t stop
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| You can’t go wrong and you don’t stop
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| You can’t go wrong and you don’t stop
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| Wooo! |
| Because I… am Ric Flair, the sytlin', profilin', limousine ridin',
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| jet flyin', kiss-stealin', wheelin' and dealin' son of a gun! |
| Wooo!
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| Go A-C-H go
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| Go A-C-H go
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| Go A-C-H go
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| Go A-C-H go
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| Go A-C-H go
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| Go A-C-H go
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| Go A-C-H go
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| Go A-C-H go
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| Power and speed, I master the craft to battle here
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| 450 splash, I’m jumping outta the atmosphere
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| On a voyage to be the, best in the world
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| While I’m suplexing ya, catch a one piece from Luffy the wrestler
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| I’ve turned buckles into flyweight
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| Been on this road so long that I became a cruiserweight
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| These exclusives elusive, it’s to the point I got the title belt to keep the
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| tracks looping
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| Crowds keep it moving, we slam dance to it
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| Using a couple combinations, total domination
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| Precision, tech-i-nician, you don’t want it with this mat work
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| Hurting you figure four alert, arsenal full of skill here
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| Enemies in my crosshairs, over the top, steer clear
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| I been splashing
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| light the game up with my
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| Right in submission to the mat you 'bout to tap
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| I was whi-whipping into suplex lay 'em flat
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| Why you got 'em like that
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| Go A-C-H go
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| Go A-C-H go
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| Hurricanrana these rhymes you out of time
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| cone out of my mind I’m taking flight
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| Then I grab my legs and front flip, you finished for the night
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| Like you clocking out, I clock you 'round ya head you outta life
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| If I were you I’d pay the price, the cost is high but I be higher
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| When doin' this five star frog, opponents stiff as a log
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| No flaws in my submission
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| so now they flock to the bars, tell 'em listen go
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| Go A-C-H go
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| Go A-C-H go |