| No comparison to craft, compassion slash connection
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| No chronological creation calculates conception
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| I cop a shit on stage
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| In the name of Cochran
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| For those that wanna judge me for what I’m droppin'
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| It’s so embarrassin', no comparison, nothin' like you
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| Despite Jews your punchlines are older than Ice Cube
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| And they killed your cousin
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| I’m real, you frontin'
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| You got Boyz N The Hood, but they won’t do nothin'
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| Hey
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| Is there a problem here?
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| Yeah, I’m strapped you know me
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| You an MC Eiht and they clapped your homie
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| The difference between me and you?
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| I’m fact you phoney
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| Banana in your tailpipe bitch, Axel Foley
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| I keeps it movin'
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| Like U-Haul drive
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| You repeat stupid, so you hog tied
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| Talk about King Of New York smokin' Camels and black sandals
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| Must’ve been that big apple juice and Jack Daniels
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| It’s no comparison
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| «You ain’t this»
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| «Don't compare me to you, you ain’t this» — Malice 'What Happened To That Boy' |