| Del:
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| Who is the two like the Blues Brothers?
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| Unicron:
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| Yeah, who does it?
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| Del:
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| Me &you kid
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| we bruise dozens
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| &hundreds of kids
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| havin’fun with the wiz
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| that’s me and,
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| Unicron:
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| Unicron, the inhuman on the mic
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| Yikes! |
| (Zoinks!)
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| Del:
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| Lazer zaps saps who can’t rap
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| they sound like beginners
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| I slam then I pin ya send ya to the hospital
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| I gots the flow
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| no nigga dare step
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| you’ll get your hair swept
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| off the floor when I clip ya button ya lip ya even if the record skips
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| I still rip (Damn that nigga still rips!)
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| total rivers
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| equip ya punk posse
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| ya got lots to see
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| days to come
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| before you raise from dumb to smarter
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| rippin’apart a poser
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| bend 'em
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| inside out, like Yoga
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| I’m a nice person on the inside
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| but men hide
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| when you and your friend die
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| but a hand to the strangler
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| the Beni Hanna chopper
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| and we oughtta pop ya and crop ya cause we’re sick of that shit (Sick of it!)
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| I’m about to have a fit
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| &split ya head
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| &kick ya bitch, in the tits
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| they’re tender
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| mixin’niggas brains like a blender
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| I kick rhymes like these to inja
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| and end ya off ya never comin’softer
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| this is not the best I can offer
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| I’ma save some for later
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| you ain’t greater
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| than the man
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| with a plan
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| and the brand that his name
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| and I hate ya.
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| Unicron:
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| I’m the youngsta
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| with the swift tongue,
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| and the kid that lives up the street
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| over Jon’s beat
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| I make rappers eat turds and hay
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| it doesn’t matter what version you play
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| I will still slay
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| a crowd a rhymers
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| and Del how’d I find ya?
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| Del:
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| That one summer years ago I shoulda signed ya.
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| Unicron:
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| Just a quick reminder
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| for those who find a problem with me
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| I’ll put you on noid like a T &T timer
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| and there’s only 20 seconds
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| now I’m 16
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| and yes fiend to wreck shit
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| I throw temper tantrums
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| that’s my anthem
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| I’m not very big
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| but you phuck with me, you’ll be like Jerry’s kids
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| phucked up, &that's tough luck
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| Unicron has never backed down from a tough phuck
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| that’s what lubricated Trojans are for
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| cause I know, when the corn hits the tip
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| I got the dip
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| flip &they suckin’on my nipples
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| and I will have a fut, too
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| cause I get excited when I ride it fun while it lasted
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| Cas, did you like
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| when I did a song, back in the day with the Del-a-ray? |
| (That's me!)
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| Get a patna
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| I’m glad you got the chance
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| to enhance the Jive roster
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| I’m a foster kid
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| but Del hooked me now I look free when I’m out,
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| Del: And I’m out… |