| My eternal jam is the juice of the radio
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| Takin' out profanity so they can play it though
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| Listen to a hell of a kick and the hi-hat
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| Going to the record store say ya gonna buy that
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| The E is connected to the A and the Z ya say Y
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| So that’s how the beats stack it up on material made of hits
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| Takin' my time of Eastline to make sure it fit
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| Push play on the instrumental thats recorded
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| Step on stage and I’m suddenly awarded
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| Some sort of trophy like a plaque
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| And some hell of a scream from the girls in the back
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| Takin' a bow 'cause I got style
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| Never at the bottom of the ways on the top of the pile
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| Yo it’s Eazy on top even though I’m short
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| Guarenteed to help when I walk on the court
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| So get up make some noise for the gangsta clap
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| Don’t attempt the laugh I’m not a pranksta
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| I’m serious create sounds so quit playin' around
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| 'Cause I’ma break it down
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| Last time I was takin' my time with this
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| But other suckas were makin' a rhyme with this
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| I had to change the tempo or make it hyper
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| But they was rotten, I was gettin' riper
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| Ready to go, like never before
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| Givin' you more because I’m ready to score
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| Ren is my buddy you can tell I said often
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| Helpin' me destroy the suckas that soften
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| Curin' diseases, my rhyme pleases, throw it a key
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| Balls havin' seasons, this is a doctrine
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| And I’m locked in, and I made up my mind
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| And I think I’m gonna rock then
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| You got bitches chill and I’ma push ya
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| To freeze after I’ll cut ya 'cause I’ma butcher
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| And say ya have pricin' and then out ya go
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| 'Cause a percentage on pork bellies are very low
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| Messin' with a gun but once ya get hurt
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| Like a said before ya get rushed to the dirt
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| I’m not a lawman, but I’ma raw man
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| But ya the dopest one I ever saw man
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| I keep droppin' it pound for pound
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| And when I’m on the mic I always throw down
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| To keep y’all dancin' to my funky sound
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| So listen up, 'cause I’ma break it down
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| Now look at me and not the poster
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| And you could see right off I got the most of
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| The talent, experience or a trade
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| And compliments for the rhyme that’s made
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| Talks over today if this one so
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| Pick another artist and dis one
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| I got the ballet of the chosen vote
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| 'Cause I don’t need water to clear my throat
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| Comin' from the rain the show is like dancin'
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| Nasty like and the girls are like glancin'
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| Wantin' to get wit me this routine
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| Keepin' it sprung still stayin' mean
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| Can ya dis this man I don’t think so
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| Once I start writin' the way I let the ink go
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| Comin' out with songs like hit after hit
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| 'Cause this is legit and yours ain’t shit
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| Makin' it sound so dope 'cause I’m a genius
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| But your amazed with ya happy to see this
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| Brother go crazy on wax
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| Flowin' away like if I was on a sax
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| Doin' a solo in the shade, I’m a spotlight
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| Relax and chill while your uptight
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| Pumpin' up the funky sounds
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| Yo, you should know it’s kinda persist
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| That the E is gonna break it down |