| May I have your attention please
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| I’m sorta like a motivation speach on vintage keys
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| You’ll see I ain’t the same nigga I used to be, but you’ll get used to me
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| I’ve changed, got some shit on my brain I want the youth to see
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| Twisted like a tuba, got boys in the hood like Cuba do
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| Words like a movie that move ya that’s so beautiful
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| And that’s because I can’t leave the studio 'til it’s suitable
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| To have you in your cubicle groovin to this musical
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| And off this chronic, yeah, you’ll be astonished
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| When I shoot like a comet & put his lights out like the Amish
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| So you better watch your comments before you vanish, kapoof!
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| I’m sick as vom in the booth, I told you I was the truth
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| A block smoker I’m blazin like I’m diagnosed with severe glaucoma
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| Shockin' like Oklahoma
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| Niggas know I’m just that nigga from the dirty Murder Mitten
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| Where bullshit is forbidden and haters never forgiven got me
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| This that Rock-Shit, pump on your block shit
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| This that hot shit, got ya doin toxics
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| Turn it up (Turn it up)
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| This that Rock-Shit, pump on your block shit
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| Just can’t stop it, 'til your speakers poppin'
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| Turn it up (Come on)
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| I was born to chop verses and slice words from cursive
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| With slurs so diversive when I spit so perversive
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| This new tyrant who’s flows just like a hydrant
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| Will have you sweatin' bullets 'til you bust when your perspiring
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| There’s no denyin' it once I put my stamp on it
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| Detroit’s the Newcleus of this blaze like Jam on it
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| We’re focused in your face like Sean Dalon
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| With Bareda’s in your grill and Low down like Mr. Wrong
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| See it’s just magic cause the heat is so poetic
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| And we ain’t dramatic we just spit you’re so pathetic
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| And it’s done daily like Carson, it’s arson
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| Like a four-alarm fire on beats we’re Molotovin'
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| So call a medic cause the crew’s about to set
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| Like Detroit in '84 when the Tigers won the Pennant
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| Cause we reinvented this game and to us it’s hats off
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| So pass the mic with the serial numbers scratched off
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| You don’t know me I’m sick as Ebola and walk wit OG’s
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| Black Cobras under your pillow while you sleep
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| I’m like glaucoma, I’m impossible to see
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| Now I’m locked on you and it’s impossible to leave
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| I crush 'em like dominos wit hollows and watch him holla
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| And spit on you coppers there’s no alliance who could stop us
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| A dog without a collar and my chamber’s open
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| Leave your brains on the ground While you’re reaching' for holsters
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| Fuck the jury and the judge only verdict is blood
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| My appearance is what you muthafuckers mimic in mirrors
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| You’re too scared to come near us duck your head cause you fear us
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| Infra-red while you stare your passenger’s incoherent
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| From all the guns that they’re hearin' my attitude is explosive
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| Handle feuds with explosions I get moved when overdosed with
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| Congac and Molsons never heard a man cry
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| Cause my barrel was choking him, let him die ain’t no hope for him |