| You best to watch yo knot if
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| The styles get chaotic
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| Niggas’ll plague me bubonic
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| But when I move on it
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| They stay free
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| Feet no hands at least
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| And say «Peace!»
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| Cause it’s lethal when released
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| Defending? |
| Please…
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| Watch me slice these cheesy MC’s
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| With 5 ounces of milky smooth enrichment
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| Each encroachment’s intolerable
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| I’m too committed and these flows is volatile
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| Wither with other music in it and this
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| Industry in a sense is lost
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| And my only guidance is inner sense and energy
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| Enervating
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| What I’m saying will bust your innards
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| Innovating
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| That’s why implicating us as winners
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| There’s no mistake, emerging sole victorious
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| An urgency felt in every flow we bust
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| With surgeon reminiscent precision
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| Even around the contours, curves and incursions
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| We gettin in visual gettin busy
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| More so than Aunt Kizzy’s
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| More so than bout any MC that touch mics
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| What that look like, what that sound like?
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| I’ll give you a second
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| Cause ain’t no description sufficient
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| For how we wreckin on records I recommend
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| I rack and ruin all encompassable
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| With a position at our beckon and call
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| Butt naked ball, I bare it to yall
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| For you to stare at
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| Too bad if you can’t bear it, I’m gone
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| Out there |