| Eh yo…
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| Turn my shit up son too
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| Yo You know exactly what i’m talking about,
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| Y’know?
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| I’m gonna crash your crew (x8)
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| Left drink wine, from the purist grapevine
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| An’rhyme out the mutherfucking mind
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| Metal shine, light blind, cut the mic line
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| Catch juice from the? |
| land fo?
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| 15 twenty inch woofers blow the manhole
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| Made the street crack, master feedback
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| ?Allah masters the beat back?
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| The crowd look, while the stage shook
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| Carpenters made errors
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| Craftsmen had his head severed
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| Pyroclastic flow, heavy like tonnes of snow
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| Broke this rhymin’video
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| Verbal assassin, blastin
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| Exploit your break through explosively
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| Echo chamber ate that rap up ferociously
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| Game controlled, optimize the input channel
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| I set it relatively high for those on a panel
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| CD with the durable, long-life cover
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| Very similar to no other
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| I seen a million tryin’to set a flow
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| Thousands that show
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| Observe with the patience of watching a flower grow
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| But one individual thing forgot the? |
| fri show?
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| Now his pursuit is not for digress
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| A special note, thanks for being flank
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| While journalist’s stay runnin’in front of tanks
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| Blew out first class, came back close cash
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| Ruff class, surfaces with no math
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| Military campaign, while shots cause information of the brain
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| Beat Crazy Eddie insane
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| Filled with pain -- niggaz reign
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| I’m gonna crash your crew (x16)
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| I’m gonna crash your crew
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| I’m gonna crash your crew
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| «You never use those shoes, you cant have platinum authority inject me,
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| bitch I inject you, with the shit that made you say, yo dirt dogg
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| chew-chew-chew…»
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| I’m gonna crash your crew |