| Yeah, y’all want to be conscious rapper right?
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| Hit you in your head. |
| Make you an unconscious rapper
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| Chino XL. |
| JS. |
| What’s good homie? |
| Long time comin' nahmean?
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| Shells through your vehicle nigga
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| First of all, if I may
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| Explain the many ways JS will murder a DJ
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| The way I murder wordplay
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| Hip hop is dead in a state of dismay
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| I desecrated your favorite MC, while JS diggin' in the crates
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| It not just bravado, before Serato
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| He made records revolve like a Molotov
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| Cocktail without the bottle
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| Chino, your favorite mulatto
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| Spit it stakato
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| Controversial like Bill Cosby’s illegitimate child
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| Somebody must of not a
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| Got the memorandum how I randomly murder
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| Throw a tantrum, hurt a civilian unwillin'
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| ?, I’ve been waitin' to put shells through your vehicle
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| Behind the wheel, you survive it, it’s a miracle
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| I’m from the days of niggas robbin' you for your British
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| And Wallabees and Al B Square mall
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| Before +Here To Save You All+
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| Changed metaphor forever
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| Makin' verbal war more clever
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| Behind closed doors most say my pen pushin' better
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| Than half of the game
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| Presentin' itself is the truth
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| No one remains that has disrespected my name in the booth
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| I don’t entertain
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| I’m makin' it reign with my point of view
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| It’s insane, I couldn’t live with myself if I was you
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| Strugglin' to make the next dance step that look stupid
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| Fuck Valentine’s Day, I’m shootin' hollow points at Cupid
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| Chino and JS, the ladies scream
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| A cycle that lasts forever like broken washin' machines
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| If JS ain’t playin' your track it must not be crack
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| If Chino ain’t rhymin' then you can ask for your money back
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| The west coast show stopper
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| I’m ill and hood proper
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| Beef? |
| You get hit on like any woman workin' at Foot Locker
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| The world feels my grammar
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| Women love me like Hannah Montana
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| The Puerto Rican leans like a cholo then pulls a hammer
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| Before New York was gang signs and bandannas
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| J used his turntables like guitar of Carlos Santana
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| Before Jay-Z screwed up Def Jam releases
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| I’ve been the +Lyrical Jesus+ last of dying species
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| «It's on till the death» — Inspectah Deck
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| «Keep it movin'» — Inspectah Deck
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| «Amongst dead men walkin'» — Common
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| «You'll wish you never knew me» —
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| «It's on till the death, till we settle the score»
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| «Keep it movin' in the mean streets» — Inspectah Deck
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| «It's on till the death» — Inspectah Deck
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| «When you see me it’s real» — Raekwon
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| «Bitch niggas scared to death» — Busta Rhymes
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| «Oh shit!» |
| — Madd Rapper
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| «Show you how we do it Queens» — Mobb Deep
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| «Murder ain’t shit nigga» — Mobb Deep
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| «Calm down, before the police come» —
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| Yo, Sean Price
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| Punk you’re not me
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| The Glock pop three and I get away scott free
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| Ain’t no tellin' what I do for a dollar
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| I’m not your father, but guess what I’mma do to your mama
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| Troop with the llama
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| Catch you sleepin', shoot your pajamas
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| Niggas scared to death, I’m cool
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| Hakuna Matata
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| (gun shots)
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| God father, the squad got large armor and such
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| Talk shit and you will get touched
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| Rock steadily, your nut popped
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| He’s deadly for real
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| Pop bottles and listen to Heather Headly and chill
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| I do not rock, but don’t Heather Headly and chill
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| I just needed somethin' to rhyme with, I’m deadly for real
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| Listen
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| JS-1, he be the DJ
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| Sean got guns
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| Fuck 'em, sell 'em on Ebay
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| Ride with the guns like duke on Crime Partners
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| Plus Priest’s a beast bitch so why bother? |