| Speakin' of this art form this slang is dangerous
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| MC’s are like sperm cells, a gang of us
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| Fightin' to reach the egg
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| Bitin' or loose a leg
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| Odds are like one in ten million, a thin thread
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| One from a thousand speaks in his own voice
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| The other 999 imitate without choice
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| Never even knowing it until the going gets rough
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| See the amplified sample I’ve grown with.
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| I grab the microphone the unthinkable happens
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| See the rocket’s red glare like the guns; |
| clappin'
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| They still cage matchin' MC’s is scrappin'
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| Not the UFC but my opponent’s tappin'
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| So don’t let a little bit of fear turn to hatred
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| I was sent as the savior to revive what is sacred
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| Also stop this uncalled-for behavior
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| Sylphic rap cats they lactate the flavor
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| Got word from the wise to let it drop
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| Set this on fire, take aim and let it pop
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| Because regardless of who or what
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| Even with doors shut
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| I’m givin' 'em straight raw you’re givin' 'em raw cut
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| Like Bolivian rock, your watered down hip hop
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| Rap so outta shape and far from tip-top
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| Girls next to pebbles
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| Spoons against shovels
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| Dictators next to rebels and
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| Gods against Devils.
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| No time for backwards thinkin' let’s think ahead,
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| If you wanna sleep when you awake then make your bed
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| A lot of MCs came to see me on referrals
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| Not even knowing that they would undergo great perils
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| This cutting edge methods from the most specialized
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| The lord of the art strikes a chord in your heart
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| Your ear love to hear the guard rip the track apart
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| To me hip hop is like Einstein to science;
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| A match made in heaven, most likely alliance
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| Complex individual that you dream of being
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| Intellectual charlatan, the all-high-seeing
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| Got an appetite for heat so then come and bite the beat and
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| Digest the rest and don’t stress the part you couldn’t eat. |