| One two checka, get, down and dirty
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| And my sounds are worthy of respect
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| So I’mma flex my text just like a, major takeover
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| Chumps pass the mic over
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| Growin' more and more nervous when I serve this ass whoopin
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| Comin' straight out of Brooklyn, baldhead from the old school
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| Born to rule with more class than Billy Dee
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| To a pussy MC, you know a wuss MC
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| I’m like his worst nightmare when I’m on my killing spree
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| Pick the vic, who will it be?
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| Your vote may hold the key
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| It’s up to you, tell us true
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| Who’ll be herb of the day?
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| And when you fake, you break. |
| When suckers choose, they lose
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| I’m like lethal, to you and your people
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| It’s like an outrage, when punks step on stage
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| With the weak show, weak flow, and still make dough
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| So I’mma take dough from em, and then son em
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| Teach em how to really get biz like this
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| Me and my gang’s gonna swarm
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| Brainstorm
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| It takes at least, two to tango, so you can get strangled
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| From any angle, as I get buck on ducks
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| All the sexy girlies wanna push up close to
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| The man with the most who don’t flaunt his ego
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| Some motherfuckers ain’t as gifted
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| Not everyone can move the crowd and uplift it
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| I’m swift with the shit like a bullet’s trajectory
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| So don’t stand next to me
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| It’s like a, warm sensation when my shells hit
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| You were wrong, you know what you did, so you fell quick
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| To the pavement, no signs of body movement
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| See I knew it, yo I had to do it
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| And it’s cool to duel but don’t slip up fool
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| Cause I’mma leave you dead and stinkin like a cesspool
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| And all the chicks know what’s goin on
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| Cause baby, there ain’t no sunshine when I’m gone
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| And you can beg for me to stay and parlay
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| But sorry, I gots to go, got bills to pay
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| See by nature I’m godly
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| When I touch the mic, it’s never too hard for me
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| To let out, a mass amount of mad clout
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| Huh, me and my Gang’s gonna swarm… Brainstorm
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| I’m gonna get ya
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| You might be bigger than me, so I’mma wet ya
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| Coming to your house to douse it with the
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| Molotov cocktail, I won’t fail
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| Burn out your eyeballs, and leave a note in braille
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| So what the fuck you gonna do?
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| Yea I know I used to act relaxed but now I’m cuckoo
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| Come into my darkest, deepest thoughts
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| We fought I won, and now you’re caught and bein' tortured
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| Water pellets dripped upon your forehead
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| But you can’t move, because you’re tied up
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| Your time’s up… |