| Wonder twin powers activate
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| Form of: some fly shit
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| Y’all recognize
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| CZARFACE
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| He just air em out
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| He don’t hear em out
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| He just air em out
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| He don’t hear em out
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| He just air em out
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| He don’t hear em out
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| He just air em out
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| He don’t hear em out
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| He just air em out
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| He just fuck it up
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| Its like if really there’s a doubt
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| The beat’ll beat em down
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| It’s leakin in your town
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| It’s hotter than that summer time heat that’s in the south
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| Hands up in the air, my fam up in the square
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| I’m Dirty at the grammys, crash your glamorous affair
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| Spazzin on the air, smash em with the flair
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| With the
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| Get ya weight up, my paystubs heavy like Dwight
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| Hens fight for what I said on the mic
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| Put your threat on the mic
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| Ask around, clown, rebel is nice
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| Fuck your money, I said it for spite
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| Son I’m ready to strike, tear it down
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| I’mma tear it down
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| Them haters had a lot to say, I don’t hear em now
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| I don’t hear a sound
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| I just hear the crowd
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| I’m surgically performing like the doctor in the house
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| Put me on some anti-homicidal leads
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| So I ain’t got a lot of feds
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| Whip backs and spider heads
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| I’m Peter Parker, bite her legs
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| I’ll tie em to the spiderwebs
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| keep it together like white’s with dreads
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| Heavyweight, that’s what the title says
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| Leave ya limbless like a pez
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| You can suck my dick, beat my nuts, psycho les
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| Every visual I spit is cranked when he’s bent
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| Yeah, higher res
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| Out for the CREAM, we all about the dream
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| From Shaolin to the bean, y’all be bowin to the team
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| And now we on the scene
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| They wonder how it’s a regime
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| But check the hour to gun powder like marines
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| I’ll smack ya face, bruise your ribs
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| Crack ya legs, it’s brutal kid
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| Stay ahead of snakes, like Medusa did, lose your wig
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| Act like you’re sitting down to dinner, I’ll remove your lid
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| Groove or big, air em out, we don’t care who it is |