| Now we push rhymes, crazy rhymes
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| Words forced fed through your mind trace the source
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| Brother, brother
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| Face the music don’t confuse it for another
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| Nothing comes close to this
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| Kiss the sky
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| These grands change hands as our fans multiply
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| We push rhymes
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| People gather 'round when we kick 'em
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| Go boy shifty stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em
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| Burning bridges, smokinism, losin' my religion
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| Shooting the breeze
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| We got these MCs ass kissing
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| So If you can’t take the heat get your ass outta the kitchen
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| I freak it off the wall
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| Crammin,' slammin', point of views into your fucking skull
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| Bitch that’s why we stick 'em
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| Bitch
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| Stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em, ha stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em
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| Bitch
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| Stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em
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| (Stick e, stick e)
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| Bitch
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| Stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em, ha stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em
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| Bitch
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| Stick 'em
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| Well if I tapped you on the spinal with an
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| Anaesthetic epic is the definition written into grooves of vinyl
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| It’s called survival
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| Without drop the stylish into friction
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| Tectonic traits drifting like the plates
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| It shakes like the quakes in Cali
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| The mystic Maharaji
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| Mission of the kamikaze comeback kid
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| Producer supper status
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| I’m here to claim my rein as the baddest beat peddler
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| So place your bet middler
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| The roof is a blaze and yo
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| Were smoking out the fiddler
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| We’re sippin' on a hundred proof liquor
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| Welcome to the dooms day, dawnin', hot like the sun
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| No time to relax we pack the dooms day gun
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| Stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em, ha stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em
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| Bitch
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| Stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em
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| (Stick e, stick e)
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| Bitch
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| Stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em, ha stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em
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| Bitch
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| Stick 'em
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| Call me a drifter, richter when I hit you with the stick
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| I’m talking shit, the pit starter a wanted man
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| The one who cuffed your daughter to my bed stand and
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| I talk a lotta shit because I know a lotta shit
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| I know, I said I’d quit but I just want another hit
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| It’s madness pimpin' like Gladys
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| The baddest maintainer status that is no question
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| Releasing tension as we step into the seventh dimension
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| This jabber jaw’s jaws are slappin'
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| We’s what’s happenin'
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| The bones are breakin' and fingers snappin'
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| The pressure is on with non stop action
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| Whether bangin' your head or steady maxin'
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| Stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em, ha stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em
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| Bitch
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| Stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em
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| (Stick e, stick e)
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| Bitch
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| Stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em, ha stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em
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| Bitch
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| Stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em |