| Fire up the hit
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| We gona say it — say it
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| Do it — do it
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| Make it good
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| We’re top qualified
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| We’re top qualified
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| We’re top qualified
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| Yeah we’re top qualified
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| It all started when I
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| Took it and hit it then
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| Hip Hop had never been the same
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| Soon as we hit the limit
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| I was bound to get in it for the crown
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| Glory storyboard euphoria
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| Choreaographer laughter master editorial
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| Guider glider provider book writer
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| Making you tighter outsider strider
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| Who made the pied-piper sniper into fighter
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| Cryogenically frozen b-boy posing
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| Trapped in a capsule wrapped so brilliantly
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| This captain one-man wrap show broken axle
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| They thaw me out so stall me out
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| They brought me out for a reason
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| They call me out for this particular task
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| Don’t ask just know
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| Brains and brawn the game of pawns
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| Remaining calm against a gang of cons
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| I came & gone in the wind like dust
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| And bust again combustible pen
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| We all gotta dig down deep within
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| And defend this frontline
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| I want mine to resemble the coming of a new day
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| Top qualified bonafide signified niggafied dignified
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| MCz of CA (of California)
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| Probably the only time in history
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| Y’all gone find this caliber MC
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| Poll’n on one track it’s risky
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| Ollly — oxen — free! |
| Ooh the possibilities
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| My soliloquy on this industry
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| We make records and y’all make Wham — O — Frisbees
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| Catch it dog!
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| Lyrically we hard for y’all to pick up on
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| For us this is stock delivery
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| Caught y’all off guard!
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| Crept up on y’all didn’t we?
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| Y’all out shopping putting lots of dollars
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| In other people’s pockets
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| Not talking about nothing honest positive or otherwise interesting
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| That’s why when y’all fall off
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| And y’all want us to drop that extra dime
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| Inside the empty carton of Haagen Dasz ain’t no sumpathy
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| Cause the jewels that we drop are the most flawless rocks
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| On the periodic charts period honest to God end of story
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| Put simply we the new trinity times two
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| Ooh Jiminy Crickets look who’s with me
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| We too deadly we the new symphony uh!
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| Another victory
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| We more GabStracter
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| Than many a wack rapper
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| That wanna be tough acting
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| But really they fudgepackers give 'em
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| Service rendered we hurt a pretender
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| Urban music defender
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| And murder you to the end of the track rip 'em
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| I’m back wit 'em we got 'em back peddling that did it
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| Stract’s settling what was past due from last credit
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| You couldn’t win with all the raffle tickets Ab said it
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| You can take it to heart
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| I’ll break you apart & always hit my mark
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| With the state of the art edition
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| We’re finishing what we start
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| In L.A. it’s raw they etch 'em
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| With an outlining in chalk
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| For the Haiku rhyme we’re making
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| Word to the Quanuum verb we’re conjugating
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| Styles illuminate to form a California constellation
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| This is that heat they warned ya' of
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| Double duals the 450 revvin' on
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| Cast iron & 10's what the oven’s on
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| High it’s a blazing light & the fire’s right here
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| We’re killing it, you feeling it?
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| You’re chilling huh?
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| Got that most evident fm equivalent
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| Of that propagandic frequency top billing it
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| We stealing it multi syllabic kenpo action
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| That will snatch that mic up outta your hands
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| And smack you umpteen million times for asking
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| Consider it — before you utter even a little bit
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| Of rhetoric outta ya lips about whether or not
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| This or that coast is the better
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| This shit obliterates any competition
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| And makes them all look illiterate
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| You will lose like the confederates
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| Never will we let them shackles the wrists
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| Of the fists of mighty men that hold
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| The gift of life and death
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| To breathe life in again they too repetitive
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| In the hands of the wrong man it’s like a sedative
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| But we will hold the device right
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| Infuse with life and let it live again
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| Style one
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| Knowledge of spoken words and rums heard
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| From stereo cassette tapes material early new wave
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| Style two
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| Wisdom of working sound systems
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| Demos over breakbeat instrumentals listening to KDAY hits
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| Style three
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| Overstanding me as an MC
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| Parakeeted by every thief that ever breathed
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| I carry secrets on each leech
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| Style four
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| Culture has emerged from urban to suburbia turf wars
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| Battlezoids receive ulcers
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| Style five
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| Power to survive the onslaught of heinous jive talk |
| I’ve stalked over bloody side walks live
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| Style six
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| Equality opportunity server to any word nerd version that fits
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| And taking my first weed hits
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| Style seven
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| God bless the child who got his own
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| Rhyme zone time tone touch and savvy swagger together
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| Style eight
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| Build up more business bargains with jargon and video stardom
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| Haikulicious Myka
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| Style 9
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| «G» be me, he be freely seeking these frequencies releasing
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| Peaking reeking thinking so deeply deleting these delinquent
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| Eenie meanie tiny toddler rappers sergeant master
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| Author blastin' cause disasters falling faster in the zone — stop!
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| QP Fellowship elitely keep the e-m in emceeing
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| Flee to realms distinguishing the things that bring
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| Our beams are gleaming cream your team we deem supreme
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| It seems the keen-ness keeps ya screaming
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| Means we think & dream free streaming ahead of the flock — stop!
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| Fiending meaning leave you steaming
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| Seaving weaving teasing these emcees we seasoned
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| Easily believe and see the reason we got keys to kingdoms
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| Seize and freeze ya please believe or please get these
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| Our steeze is cool as breezes we like Jesus when He walks — stop!
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| PS no BS like ESP let’s see where styles take us to see ya
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| Cuz we out for eons through chaos we free ourselves be ourselves
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| Stay out there way out there traveling through thought |