| Now we bring the new danger to stranger’s who claim to defame the crew,
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| Pharoahe, Hilltop Hoods, never singing the blues,
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| Slinging these new singles for you to mingle to,
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| Australian Hip Hop but not kangaroos,
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| Change the game a little rearrange the rules,
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| Your whole frame is brittle man you came to lose,
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| We drop classics you bastards,
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| My final four defeats sweet sixteen’s like March madness,
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| It’s not passive, so ravenous,
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| This collaborative effort is not average,
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| Its magnanimous, thus, my little crew got loose screws,
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| These dudes will put two in your cabbage,
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| One in your laminate, three in you managers Phantom,
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| Don’t be a candidate for animal planet,
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| Lyrical savages and CD anger management classes,
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| Look how we handle them we leave them in bandages damn it
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| No stopping us now, Hilltop in this, we locking it down,
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| Apocalypse now, we’re not with this monotonous sound,
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| It’s innocuous Hip Hop and we’re on top of a cloud,
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| Rocking a crowd, dropping this like who not with us now?
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| They’re all feeling the movements it’s,
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| Got DJ’s scratching up my shit like removalists,
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| Who is this ludicrous, furious, humorous,
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| Dude that just threw us off the back of tour bus?
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| Two of us, bringing the shit that got your hands clapping,
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| Luminous, swinging my dick like Dr Manhattan,
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| I had to stop for breath,
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| Cos our shit’s like Joan of Arc, man it’s hot to death,
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| We blowing up the spot, not once but twice like P-Monche,
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| Blowing up some Reebok pumps with a beatbox,
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| Come to life, or try get this drunk out of here,
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| Pffft, my shit’s a classic man, get the fuck out of here
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| This ain’t a so-so, promo, believe me it’s pro,
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| Dope flow that don’t know the meaning of no,
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| Me and my co, Pharoahe, won’t be leaving the show,
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| Until the, speakers blow from the heat of my flow,
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| We write classics, for back alley theatrics,
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| Playing with fire living in a house built with match sticks,
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| Haters wanna roll with me now, showing love?
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| Guess I’m just too busy holding it down to hold a grudge,
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| Your average amateurs panic and choke,
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| They ain’t actually dope, they’re high on cannabis smoke,
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| I’m still the man if I don’t blow a grand on a rope,
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| Cause fortune favors the brave that’s why these rappers are broke,
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| Props to Numark for jacking the sample,
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| Debris could lay a scratch with his arms full,
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| Keeping heads packed like a car pool,
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| Back for the masses to marvel, here’s another classic example |