| Its the return of the lyrical lunatic
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| Still kickin rough shit
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| What you say? |
| Ill slap your stank ass bitch
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| I shake and build my craft like an architect
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| Teflon style rhymes be Gortex
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| With the highness of the ruler on my cock
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| All this over hip and the hop bullshit gon stop
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| It be Keith not Bill
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| Murray not Sweat
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| Your polotics be politically incorrect
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| We keep it hot like sauce
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| Flows be definite like well of course
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| Def Squad go off a rough course
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| You weak wack niggas cant do me none
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| Five hundred radian height I run wit the sun
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| Apparently you need to check my pedigree
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| And do the knowledge to the s c i e n c e Fake ones fear it Real ones cheer it Cause they all feel me from the wound of the human spirit
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| Wit logic and breaches I justify my means
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| See you on the scene
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| Fuck you up like Tyson did the big screen
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| And fagll rock yeah bees like that
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| If you kill my dog Im a slay your cat
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| Say word (7x)
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| Face off wit Castor Troy
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| Strap your boys
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| Hook yall to answer cant bang half the noise
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| Ask Dunkin Hines got my shits twice as moist
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| Plus status
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| Do it to a T B A for rackets
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| Pull out the Vicks 44 cough suppressant
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| Then talk about me on HBO cab confessions
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| Got a bitch gobanas
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| Hangin out the Honda
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| She should have thought about no before she smoked my dime up I smoke wit the Luniz out in the bay
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| Before you get smoked I ask who you wit wit Jay
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| Its bizarre hyphen are
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| Make mics dissolve
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| My penmanship run concurrent wit lightnin rods
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| I clap you in the spine when I grab on mine
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| You so soft I should call you 101.9
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| When I pull out the denim
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| And break the call minum
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| You stupid I act stupid right along wit ya I step out the truck like you want somethin
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| Make you either mad faced you punked up and start frontin
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| Fly guy, the type to flash the figure
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| Same type who would cold backstab his nigga
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| I know you, you a hater
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| You might pull a plaug at a concert to stop the crowd motivator
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| Your envy is strong
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| Outlook is wrong
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| Dont compete wit the vet my track recs too long
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| Mercedes wack but theyre pumpin the song
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| Recitin it word for word when my tune comes on Clowns your whole steez is out of bounds
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| Your carrying and walkin
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| When you shouldnt be talkin
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| Bitch him, call Cube and the Mob to lench him
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| Call up his pop duke put 5 on his pension
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| Theres a few things Ive got to mention
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| Def Squad be the name and boys the definition
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| Thats my word |