| «Is it much, too much to ask
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| Not to hide behind the mask»
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| Head on straight, mask on crooked
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| Exit stage left, with the cash gone took it
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| Off like a khufi, the fit was a bit doofy
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| He tried to get screwy, with that two for you
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| One two for me G, cut the cranky attitude
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| Wet 'em like a handkerchief on a stanky fatter dude
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| Whether you’se a rapper or a damn singer
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| Once you in there’s only one way out, like a gang banger
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| With a new crew key chain, and street name
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| What set do he claim for fame, peep game
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| Just to keep feta and stay dipped
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| You need it like a letter, or better a getaway whip
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| This old thing’s rusted, encrusted
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| As the gold rings the old kings busted
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| Planning in, global starvation and fat herb
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| Now what in tarnation did I go and do that fer?
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| Stuff happens, like getting snuffed for tough tit rappings
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| See I told him enough, quit your yapping
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| The same apply to any and all chumps
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| The only question he had for y’all was how many lumps
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| Three or four, either or
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| Mon cheri amore, so why you need your heater for?
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| The super villain slid in your party for free
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| Want an MC, get out of here, kid, you bother me
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| The day I took my mask off
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| My face was missing for two days
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| For the record, G, came back a year later
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| A whole new identity, Toney Starks pedigree
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| My money green like my nickname was celery
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| Who is Ghost? |
| He flashed his toast
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| Never wore sheets, but bulletproof coats
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| Oh no! |
| The feds cried for the mask back on
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| Told them Ghost is dead, he’ll return at the crack of dawn
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| Few years from now, him and his pals
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| Before the Jetson era will rock, he’ll be back summer time 2005
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| With a half of face iron, the other half water, look like alien science
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| In the summertime, you can see the face boil
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| But the other side, I keep lubed with the Pennzoil
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| Mad loyal, when the winter time come, I gets stuck with my brain all numb
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| Like I ate thousand icey’s and frozen Pepsi’s
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| Aquaman’s pops can’t water check me, disrespect me, indirectly
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| I seen his feet and they both lefty, he steppin' half correctly
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| As I stroll the globe and terrorize the planet
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| With a Bill Clinton mask and them Playskool hammers
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| Me and DOOM, always be the best on the landing
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| Superheroes for life until our souls vanish
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| Check me out
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| My name is Brak and that’s a fact
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| I got a mom and a dad and they are out back
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| We sit by the pool and we nibble on snacks
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| Then we eat a big lunch and we all take naps!
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| Why’d the beat stop? |
| Hey!
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| Heyyyyy… I got a mask too so gimme the mic!
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| Cheh! |
| You’re no Doom
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| C’mon Danger Mouse, gimme that beat!
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| Turn the beat around! |
| Love to hear per-cussion!
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| You suck!
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| Turn it upside down! |
| Love to hear it…
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| I know talent, and you ain’t got it
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| I WASN’T DONE! |