| I got the, double-barreled microphone in my grips
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| And let alone chips, fallin down steps and breakin hips
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| We on some MC shit, we battle to the death
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| Ask KRS, how many suckers he dissed just to get respect
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| That’s what it’s all about, fuck the money
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| We snatchin thousand dollar chains offa throats, still dressin bummy
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| Whether you’re intellectual or a fuckin dummy
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| We comin through, ain’t nuttin sweet and ain’t nuttin funny
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| My mindframe’s like jumpin backwards out of planes
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| Fuck the fame, I’d rather keep a level head within this deadly game
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| Twistin the bliss on hot Non Phixion cataclysm
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| Shattered your vision like a gat blastin at your children
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| I had evil thoughts from ancient pain
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| They stabbed me, put a chip in my brain, and told me to pray
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| So I don’t think the same
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| My body sings of extensions alien
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| The mic’s my only weapon
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| Walkin the streets with sick Israelians
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| Abundant, a one-time Democratic consultant
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| Public housin gone and obvious strains of Satan’s comin
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| Camou' and leaves, don’t breathe, one in my head
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| I took a look around and smelled the defecation in red
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| Harry gorilla Hebrew DeLouise stee', runnin in fatso
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| Bloody vasco', hard to earn like Donnie Brasco
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| You brothers heard me, walkin on eggs like Bruno Kirby
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| Shittin on Feds, fine germ me on how they livin with scurvy
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| None of you rappers worthy, buried in crooks, I bury books
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| Apocalyptic Doo Wop when Non Phixion hit you with jooks
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| Doo Wop, tape master, massive attack
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| Counteract, set the door, be free to strike the playback
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| Non Phixion, five times mad, planet Uranus
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| Nameless MC can suck a dick to make him famous
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| Truth lies within the eyes of one spirited thought
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| Reach seven speeches of the thesis done by Melachi York
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| Our crucial day and time, beware the thin ice and short lines
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| Plus the trendy who be usin revolution in they rhymes
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| Phony bastards! |
| Make me fuckin SICK with all that shit!
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| If you really for the cause, then meditate through conflict
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| And if you not, then you not, FUCK YOU, but keep it true
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| And if you are, then you’d help to free Mumia Abu! |