| Mic trippin, from rock skipping
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| Off the local brooks, not knowing
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| Heavy weight, throwin vocal hooks
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| Ryming off apache, the rza scratch thee
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| Records borrowed from home alone kid known as latchkey
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| Break beat fanatic, crates deep in attics
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| Forty-fives marked up, looped with static
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| Rap ring heavy, each link in my chain, trucks chevy
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| Flare ripped from the magic lair, of medley
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| But deadly I merge foward, with a sharp spear
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| He must return now his flight departs here
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| Like sittin bull, I lay with my bow pulled
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| Arrow poisonous cos my enemy clips full
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| Stay in the venue, with the party promoters, life parolers
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| Half the crowd wild, 9 m&m holders
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| Apply boulders, smash your allied soldiers
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| Intimate footage roll off the cameramans shoulder
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| Many-a-die for fame movin like leroy
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| Cant be one and the same, nah it aint b-boy
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| The decoy, scan this with high tech radar
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| Til my mic strike, leave a state-size crater
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| I came into this with the writers block
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| To prevent a sudden shock, on a large flock
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| Clips are uncut episode, invinciable armor
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| I blaze one, once I struck the match off my bomber
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| Adjust this, til its eqed like never
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| Watch a mega watt bang spot, raise the lever
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| Its operation cobra, its over
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| Control the globe slowly, the bold soldier
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| My rough cut metal tapes, quick to break labelmates
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| Wont hesitate to negotiate your table stake
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| First lesson came from the session, room one
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| From the longest awaited, but the strongest made it Complex, complicated, compressed elongated
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| Homicidial sub-title, wu claw banga off the ocean shore
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| Kid jaw, cut with the jig-saw
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| Intern engineer, vest on the youth
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| Make the mic booth bulletproof from sparked wires
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| From autofire, rapid from the verbalist slangsters gat
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| Two hit tucker she labeled it gangstar rap
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| Unseen heard, struck the vital nerves
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| Of some sort, courts got papers to serve
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| Still bang em in the head, just lead no eraser
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| One shot, no chaser, who gonna replace her
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| You punch-drunk swingin your keys on your index
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| Showin off your rolex
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| Didnt see the joe text, you filmed it on bolex
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| Smashed with the largest full finger name ringer, life clinger |