| Ah HEY, all--
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| Attention, ladies and gentlemen *cut and scratched*
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| (Iriscience)
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| Expand and Dilate, so by the end of the night
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| When we put down the mic
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| Thinkin D-Dilated Peoples brings heat
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| That’s guaranteed heat for sure, a pure mix-ture
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| Some try to do the same but they style ain’t pure
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| (A carbon copy) That’s right Rak it comes out so sloppy
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| (Plus for from crisp) So I leave you wit this
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| Yo to me it don’t matter how dope you write or look
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| MC’s without a voice should write a book
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| You heard me properly, claimin that shit you didn’t, oh really?
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| My crew’s more dedicated than Rocky training in Philly
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| Put your gloves on, about to get more than can withstand
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| The comp they left baffled coffee shops in Amsterdam
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| I never got redemption from an honorable mention
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| So my lyrics hug the beat wit the tightest suspension (watch out)
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| Don’t fear on turns, of course floor the corners
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| Yo, that’s my drive, got tracks like beehives
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| You can’t pass my gate, a great mistake, you paid the cost
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| You bigger than me? |
| You screaming Shorty No Mas
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| Yo, some think I’m clever
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| Others think I’m the one who makes too many references to weather/whether…
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| Or not I’m feelin this beyond words explain
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| Yo you set up a battle outdoors and pray for rain
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| Attention ladies and gentlemen *cut and scratched*
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| (Iriscience)
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| Expand and Dilate, so by the end of the night
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| When we put down the mic
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| Thinkin D-Dilated Peoples brings heat
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| That’s guaranteed heat for sure, a pure mix-ture
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| Some try to do the same but they style ain’t pure
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| A carbon copy (That's right Ev, it comes out so sloppy)
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| Plus far from crisp (So I leave you wit this)
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| Aiyyo you speak like who you hang wit
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| And piece like who you paint wit
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| Everything is merging, no matter who you bank wit
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| Imagery battle hymns, political poetry
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| Platform show, by now maybe you know
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| Who don’t scheme, but knows more lines than coke fiends
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| Closing dark plates, it’s hot and smoking
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| Sneaky green slow flow, thought provoking
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| Leaves mics, turntables and stages broken
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| Dilated y’all, Irisciece y’all wide awake
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| Babu revolve while Rakka rocks the break
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| Revolution is a cycle to turn, vital to learn
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| Next time other neighborhoods are liable to burn
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| Toys meet the same fate steppin in range
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| Ain’t your folks hollering at you 'bout playin wit flame?
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| Can’t be contained, front row’s insane
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| Alchemist load the track, Irisci bullet train
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| Attention ladies and gentlemen
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| (Iriscience)
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| Expand and Dilate, so at the end of the night
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| When we put down the mic
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| Thinkin D-Dilated Peoples brings heat
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| That’s guaranteed heat for sure, a pure mix-ture
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| Some try to do the same but they style ain’t pure
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| (A carbon copy) That’s right Rak it comes out so sloppy
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| Plus far from crisp (Babs leave em wit this)
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| Can we do it again 2x
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| My goodness Ladies and gentlemen
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| Babu’s on one’s and two’s
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| HEY |