| I think it’s time to get the zap board
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| The rap lord has disembarked to restore the missing parts
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| For all ya’ll, stiffer than starch
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| You know the pictorial symbol
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| Portable nimble brain waves got my grimy chains jiggling
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| I’m burning at Higher Learning like Singleton
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| Single out simpletons with stylings such as Intercon
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| It’s the bomb let’s get it on
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| Mr. Bombay to you
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| Slay a crew You never paid your dues
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| You’re testimony phony bologna
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| And boney with only a wooden leg to stand on
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| Like a pregnant panda in the wilderness and I’m the wildebeest
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| And I see you still a thief with my style in the grill of your teeth
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| Diligently apealing with speech with militant beats
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| In and of leaks to let my feet miss the freeze
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| Mysterious blistering like the gold on Mr T Handicap your voyeurism destroy
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| your vision
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| Massive with gashes no defended forms step in the swarm of bees leave with hives
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| Rhymes conceive with knives of flesh
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| While you’re wild as exile
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| My text styles spookier than x-files
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| You fruity like a pedophile
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| After the battle cries thats when I metabolize
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| While you fantasize I antagonize like replacement killers ease your filler
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| Ridiculous, meticulous
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| Fry you like a chicken breast
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| Fuck your smith n wesson
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| Pull you out of the oven get the dressing
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| With possession
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| Question all directions
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| While you still a suck petulance
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| Stuck dwelling in the past
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| Pull over, get out of the car (You're under arrest)
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| Slowly put your hands behind your head legs crossed (You're under arrest)
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| I do it till I feel fine
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| Real rhyme, still time
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| Stop frame, drop change
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| Rock brain, stock exchange
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| Mock my name
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| There’s not a lot to gain from that
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| When I’m up to bat its like you trying to duck a gat
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| You commonplace
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| I shift time and space
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| Leave your mind erased like the year 2000 and data replaces the faces
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| Cause there is no oasis
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| I wield your locations
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| A military pack of black tornadoes
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| I Fernando Slam you on an anvil
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| Scrape you with a breakthrough
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| Lacerate your plastic face acquired though plastic surgery
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| I leave your flow burgundy and crimson limbs and arteries
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| Down in the chart MC’s
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| As I’m sipping margaritas its a part of the feature from the particle preacher
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| Universal ubiquity when you sit with me and chat
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| You will get to see a fat flow that fried your brain cells like formaldehyde or
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| alkaline
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| Check the words now combined
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| Leave you with powder burns
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| Deltron Z has now returned
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| My dogmatic songs average rap artists
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| I’m an author who augments my solstice to the tip with my groove essentials
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| I’m coming in a hydrofoil spreading hydroponics
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| While you chasing the dragon
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| Like you’re facing a magnet
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| My brain is digital playing with analog controllers
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| Force movement in increments with instruments |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Style Police , by - Del The Funky Homosapien. Song from the album Both Sides Of The Brain, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп