| We sh sh sh sh sh shift shape
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| And we make sh sh sh sh shit shake
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| We sh sh sh sh shine and get paid
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| When this sh sh sh sh shit gets made
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| Hey I lie, I can’t tell you none
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| (uhuh not me nigga)
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| Nigga get high, sacrificin' brain cells and lungs
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| Still catch me at the mall with my foot on the wall
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| Window shoppin', like «This'll look good on my broad»
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| But did no coppin'
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| No no, not Smash
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| Nigga did that shit before and the ho got gased
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| I got unlimited rhymes that I’ll be givin' 'em
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| And niggas don’t admit it at times but I be feelin' them cats
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| Can’t express how they feel in they raps
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| Nigga prone to pop a pill and collapse
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| Done dealin' with saps
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| I smock slack in a Gilligan hat
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| Gat cocked back
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| Ready for killin' them cats
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| But no not that
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| I’m chillin' in fact
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| I’m gettin' chillins just from spillin' these raps
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| (you feelin that?)
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| Yeah, I stand firm and learn and earn
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| So I can in turn be a lantern (shinin')
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| Burn baby burn
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| Another one bites the dust tryin' to fight with us
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| Lies and lust we might discuss
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| Wakin' the dead when these mics erupt
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| Lives get touched
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| All eyes on us
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| We rain from the clouds and we rise from the dust
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| Just to put it together so lush and plush
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| Put a hush on your mush-mouth or get brushed and crushed
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| I spill my guts to let the truth gush
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| Come build with us or go skip double-dutch
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| I bent my intent to leave my imprint
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| The empire flinched when the messiah is sent
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| Hostile environments
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| Through my ascent to the highest bit
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| This is why I spit the flyest shit
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| We sh sh sh sh sh shift shape
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| And we make sh sh sh sh shit shake
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| We sh sh sh sh shine and get paid
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| When this sh sh sh sh shit gets made
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| We see
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| Through every illusion
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| Heavy in the school of life
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| A menace to apprentices
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| Stars and bars
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| Veterans and venegens
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| Inner strength like Imhotep
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| That’s why we never miss a step
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| I’m like greased lightning
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| When please write
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| I got the Chickadees fightin' and the fleas bitin'
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| Niggas be showin' Mark-ism em with they sarcasm
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| But they don’t wanna spark Adam
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| Makin' dark dissin'
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| You gettin' whipped into shape
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| Dipped in the lake
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| For what, you thinkin' is fake?
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| Cold rappers getting they chicken baked (Ahh!)
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| And spit roasted, when I get toasted
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| Fuck how it smells some chicks be acting like they don’t shit
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| Them the ones that don’t get a red cent
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| A proud nigga but yet a baller
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| That’s how I tell em soldier
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| Never drinkin' even when I’m hella older
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| Gettin' over in ways your people never showed ya
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| Breakin' bread and doja that mission ain’t never over
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| And if you trippin' I don’t care to know ya
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| Uh oh there he go again, making sure he got dough to spend
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| Doja to smoke and then hold it in, yeah
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| I’m here at last on the mic
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| Droppin' sarin gas and follow your ass with oxygen masks (*gasp*)
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| The appearin' mad scientist applyin' this pressure to the game
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| Like a iron fist
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| Even though I caught the spiders kiss from the biters
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| It’s nothing
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| I regenerate
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| Imitate Wolverine plus I’m pullin' strings (bling)
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| The penalty, Massive trauma to your dome
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| Like Kennedy (damn!)
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| The Lee Harvey Oswald of this industry (oh shit)
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| If I’m provoked I’ll be waitin' in the library
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| With the Snipers scope pointed at the driver throat
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| Who, who? |
| Who me? |
| I might catch a Jack Ruby
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| That’s only if I got chains shackled to me
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| I fire off some high-velocity from the Hiero monopoly
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| We eat emcees like a poppy seed
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| They found out I’m for realer, unfamiliar
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| Not that mainstream Elvis shit
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| Where’s Pricilla?
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| We sh sh sh sh sh shift shape
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| And we make sh sh sh sh shit shake
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| We sh sh sh sh shine and get paid
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| When this sh sh sh sh shit gets made
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| We see through every illusion
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| Heavy in the school of life
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| A menace to apprentices
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| Stars and bars
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| Veterans and venegens
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| Inner strength like Imhotep
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| That’s why we never miss a step
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| We sh sh sh sh sh shift shape
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| And we make sh sh sh sh shit shake
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| We sh sh sh sh shine and get paid
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| When this sh sh sh sh shit gets made
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| Shape shifters! |