| Del, my main brain function is gang busting
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| I aim dunking scrumptious gumption despite you assumptions
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| I like lumping up dumb cuts with abundance
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| Rhyme reservoirs that glitter like a gun bust (bloaw)
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| Obnoxious to coppers and fake Hip-Hoppers
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| They bite my steez and try to doctor my cross-words
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| For the highest offer I plot the Oxford
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| Poetical posture that gotcha, like the shocker
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| Nocturnal burning herbals, playing Turbo Graphics
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| Federal reserve your cabbage, you don’t deserve to have it
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| Curb your habit, a fictional farce and fairy tales
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| I know you very well, and rise to the top like Ariel
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| Periscope’s up when I loc' up
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| Landmine logistics, the digits ain’t listed
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| I flood cupboards with natural disorder
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| Cause when I hit the doja, I switch over
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| I sent cobras amongst your rosebuds
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| No buzz, not even from 500 pounds of Folgers
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| Go get you a pass, you sniffing the ass
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| Pay attention in class, cause if you do that
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| You might…
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| Get it in focus, didn’t you know this
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| This mission is hopeless, pitiful poets didn’t get no wins
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| My signature slogans splitting ya open
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| Hittin' the dosha, told you that you’d better listen closer
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| …Focus your mind
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| My ryhme quality quantum armed when gone to lunch
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| And you can come along with us
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| My syllables savvy; |
| Gravity’s entrapped in
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| Cabins with brain seizures, so pack your aspirin
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| Burn baby burn your chapped and blackened
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| Like charcoal but our soul subtracts the saccharin
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| And cheesy packaging, we be trafficking
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| The contraband on a plantation after we break in
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| Nothing can awaken, shaken your mind
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| With blatant basement bombshells that keep strafing
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| Have faith in Me and Paul
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| The weed I freeze the remedial and eat 'em like a Peter Paul
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| Beat em all fair and square, prepare for static
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| I’m char-is-matic, from hair to fabric
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| Avid aviator when I’m facing Vader, with divine sacks
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| I leave your mind and your spine tapped
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| Face the music, embrace the true sense
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| Of pain, when I stomp your brain and leave shoe prints
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| If you hot, then I’m the coolant
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| I rule with ironclad mandibles, they trap you in a pencil
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| When I’m upon the track, it’s a common fact, I’m bombing that
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| Smash it like a pomegranate, better call in management
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| Tandem mist of cannabis, random sniffs get you rambling
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| The ambulance will handle that, examen facts
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| Ferociously, you spoke to me like you close to me
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| Like you folks with me, who you 'sposed to be?
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| Next thing I know you’ll try to dose my weed
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| Toast to me, cause I broke the speed barrier
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| Repairing it is arrogance on your part
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| Sure start the core operation, it’s hard to face him
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| Cause bars away from an incarceration
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| I ain’t into operations that ain’t making me
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| Cake up cheese, give or take a G
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| Feel the nature’s breeze on my naked knees but for leisure
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| Do not disturb, I’ll kick you keisher
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| Unleash the beast wars, take three-fourths
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| When I leap forth, I resort to G Force
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| You better creep soft, watch where your feet walk
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| Or profile meets chalk by the see-saws
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| Retard, coincidently, simply raw
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| Fill out this entry form
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| So we can get beyond the nifty song you dissed me on
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| Now you the new contestant on my truth confessions
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| Teach the youth a lesson they’re not used to getting
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| I got a team of writers like the king of fighters
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| That never seem to 'tire
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| That’s the reason why you gotta… |