| 2 MC or not 2 MC
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| That is the question
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| Keep 'em all guessin'
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| Teachin' niggas lessons
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| With the mic as this tool
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| The mic be the tool
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| Translatin' this soul out to all of you
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| Who you be?
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| I be, cool ass emcee
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| Get my point across sharp
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| With this delivery
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| This art from the heart
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| Nonstop envy
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| Since we off like a thief in the night
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| Dealing on the ones who try
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| To reduce my right to recite
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| Visions of wisdom
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| Poet pass the weak is how I’m livin'
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| My insight allows me to reach heights unheard of
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| Crate digga nigga guess you never heard of
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| A cool nigga speak
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| Bodies choose to get loose when I speak
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| Can’t y’all sit in every section when I peep
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| Hoes all in question, who we be
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| I be, the D-E-C
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| But I don’t go into that
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| Better yet, bust with this boom bap
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| Like cops out on a mission
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| I’m top notch now listen, I glisten
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| Like chrome and you go dippin'
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| Cuz Oldie got me slippin'(slippin'. slippin'.)
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| And right now I’m on some right shit
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| With some shit that floats like how Mike gets
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| Up and above the norm I take form
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| Like clouds, reign down on all crowds
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| That gather round when I get down
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| First you see me now you don’t
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| Catch me sleepin'? |
| No you won’t
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| See this music, got me twisted
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| Doped up like I was lifted
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| The trick is to dip heads
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| Be true to who you are
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| This music is fo' real
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| So reach out and touch far
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| Far as me, you see I pays dues
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| Do what I must do to prove I move the soul
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| Hip-Hop, the new and old
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| Hip-Hop, the new and old
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| (scratched)
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| «I'm here to end flight, bring some insight, on rockin' on the mic» (2x)
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| Now watch the way I move it
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| Even R&B can’t groove it
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| Give me your best and I’ll run through it (BZZZZ)
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| Like electricity caan do it
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| My mic’s blowin' up the spot
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| Heavy on you when I drop
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| Some shit to stop
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| Fools playin' with my emotions
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| Always West Coast when
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| I display my way of music
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| Music, god bless this music
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| But see how niggas use it
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| Makes me want to lose it
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| Break out my strap and use it
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| Drain all your inner fluids
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| These scripts that I hold
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| Are full of truth so use it
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| In the last times and days
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| Never walk that dark path
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| Or you just fade away (fade away. way.)
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| (scratched)
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| «Hey. |
| H. Hey. |
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