| Come let’s sit
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| Where rappers have the rock flip scripts
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| And count the 12 up in the mix
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| Puttin down the Writz
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| MCs walk within
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| The round part off-way beat
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| It took they on somewhere they drift
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| Puttin down the Writz
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| Ear duct probably jump into your mental
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| When you hear what rhyme inventions I been into
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| Just the clear-cut, uncut dope without delusion
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| It’s the sheer rough raw preach skills that I’m inflictin
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| In the rear cut, now I’m just spot, peepin my competition
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| Hear what mere mortals could never pull up in my sphere pluck ports
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| Inferior years come and go, it’s about to be one
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| Here, cause now it’s all I know
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| And here’s what they want, up jump the frequencies
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| The Leer jet speeds like sound
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| Surroundin poundin in your eardrum (Watch out now!)
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| Make preparation for it, here it comes (Tumblin down!)
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| For centuries to come and then some
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| Rhyme’s Menthol without the hedges
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| And the benz son, time gets stalled
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| A rapper’s head is just a emblem on my wall
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| I like to welcome MCs inside of my melodical Monster’s Ball
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| And yes, yes, yaaaalll
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| Look out below, Sharky!
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| Got a new machine and now I’m feelin kinda cocky
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| When I grab a pen I hear the theme song from Rocky
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| Rhymes intoxicatin like a warm cup of sake
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| Sock it to me, rock it truly, we ain’t never sloppy
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| I could get you higher than the seed of a poppy
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| Choppy rhyme jalopy, moppin oppositions
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| Starvin carbon copy, rock me I’ll be rockin noggin
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| Startin wars in your apartment lobby, golly
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| Rhymin like a Simple Simon, timin off and probly
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| Gobblin all them arts I’m often flyin in the sky
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| Sire with the higher fire
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| Choirs till your psyche strikin mightily
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| I cordially invite you all to
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| MCGI, people call me Gift
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| When I’m tearin up a party I feel no guilt
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| I tilt scales, build, sell prevail and just wail
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| On MCs with these, a 10th degree blackbelt
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| Verbal warlord
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| 105, the zero look up at the scoreboard
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| Got so high you thought I couldn’t ever soar more
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| Baby bye-bye, my rock is takin off (All Aboard!)
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| Into the sky we travelin through sound corridors
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| Way up high we take ya places that ya four-door
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| Couldn’t explore and leave the Coliseum tour for-
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| Ever and a day and a hour and 7 minutes and a second
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| Exactly and evermore |