| Lynching
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| Antsy inchin’bit by bit chompin’at the bit
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| My shot’s inaccurate for profit
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| Passionate for profit
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| Cashin’in, that’s the shit
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| Lyrical laxative
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| Runnin off afta'
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| Never relaxing… lashin'
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| Different than the last one
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| So let’s see.
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| Chocolate dipped nuts, I’m nestle milk
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| World Wrestling Federation built
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| Y’all are complacent still?
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| Display some skill!
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| My word placement first place
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| If not I verse basic
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| My complex… is complex
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| Balance in check
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| No comment with comparable talents as yet
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| There’s always a first
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| Yet, there’s always a verse
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| And always a hurse, so they always disperse
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| Tails tucked.
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| Who, why, when, where, what?
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| And how… sorry but not with that style!
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| I’m fond of fondling these tatless tactile (?)
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| Cats until they tapped out
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| Put that down… cause I put that down
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| Yeah I do that there
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| Why you act scared?
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| Talkin bout 'who that there'…I'll knock 'em out!
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| If you ain’t ship shape keep your shit shut
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| 'Fore I shift shape, leave this shit shut
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| Closed up… sucka get your pose up!
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| You hold down… what's the hold up, huh?
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| Uh, somethin’ya do when you’re fire resistant
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| An ion intrinsic instantaneous lenses (?)
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| Diablo, domino effect wobble, stumble.
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| Tryin’to follow?
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| Ask Pollo, dumbo!
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| Need a model?
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| Taj will assault silicone
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| Reverberate with realer tone
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| Fill in holes till it hurt deep in your bones
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| I mean really drill it home to your inner zone
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| We put in the work to make your body jerk
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| We won’t shirk the duty of makin you shake your gluteus maximus
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| Yeah, that’s what’s up!
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| The music is movin', you need to be catchin’up
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| Classical massacres occurs in a flash, a blur
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| Smashin’our hammer
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| Then when we clash with words
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| Adrenalin rush shatter you fragile gentlemen
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| When I hit 'em up with agile style
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| Venom and change the game like two ways did pagers
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| And 2Pac did before the plagerist came
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| Sword swing around, we not horsing
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| I’ma do mine, you do your thing
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| Hieroglyphics is monolithic
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| Chronicle and I careen in on a collision course to contradiction
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| God is listenin'
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| We collage, analyze with the touch of a brush to paint this picture
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| I’m heart felt with the texture of velvet
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| My art propellin'…the wax start meltin'
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| We makin’the matrix break to this
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| And motivatin’the shake… complacentness
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| Mixed of many maneuvers
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| We get blitzed and the groove is deep as it gets to reap benefits
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| From Oakland to Brooklyn
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| The language spoken… broken and crooked
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| You know how we do it!
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| Uh, somethin’ya do when you’re fire resistant
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| An ion intrinsic instantaneous lenses (?)
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| Diablo, domino effect wobble, stumble.
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| Tryin’to follow?
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| Ask Pollo, dumbo!
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| Need a model?
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| Taj will assault silicone
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| Reverberate with realer tone
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| Fill in holes till it hurt deep in your bones
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| I mean really drill it home to your inner zone |