| I smack a hipster back to DUMBO
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| Unsportsmanlike conduct, Dikembe Palumbo
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| Regretfully never acting my age
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| World Television Champ, Lorenzo Lamas — Renegade
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| I’m vexed & left hanging in the vestibule
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| You’ll soon be regrettable for questioning my vision
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| Unquestionable I got more heart in my left testicle
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| Moved to Brooklyn back when that was still a questionable decision
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| Back when Giuliani was getting rid of Orange Julius
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| I was fool enough to think that I could really do this
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| Buster Keaton, with a deadpan expression
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| Deadpool ambition, Part III Lethal Weapon
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| Mene Gene interview, off the head, hexed stupor
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| Superman’s cool, but we influenced by Lex Luthor
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| Shoot the fair one? |
| Never
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| Rather shoot you for tresspassing
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| Test pressing, white-label, money order, check cashing
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| HOOK (Scratching):
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| On stage with the planet in the palm of my hand
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| Whatever I’m spitting on
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| Get with the business
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| Royalty from the County of Kings
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| I’ll still be on the grind when it all collapse, &
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| You’ll be first to catch this beat-down
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| I got Brooklyn manners, & Tennessee tendencies
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| Deep discussions, turn to deep concussions
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| Professor, pound in my dresser
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| Overstand the underhanded ways of my camp, B
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| VERSE 2 — Sean Price
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| Welcome to Brownsville, my kids it ain’t a jungle
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| Got a lot of blocks, Ahk — Dikembe Mutumbo
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| French Spader gun blow, Timbs beige & gum-sole
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| Got blood on the bottom, thugs up in Sodom
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| Savage life, appetite for destruction
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| Bagging white, smack a hermaphrodite in the function
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| Conjuction Junction, you f***s is pumpkin
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| Pie, I am fly, awesome Henny consumption
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| Too old for bulls***, playtime is over
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| Grey 9 with the mule-kick, playtime for doujas
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| Rap real life, life really’s a wrap
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| Your s*** b**** weak, 16 is 6 feet deep
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| Baby bar, par, crap in your diapers
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| I’m crazy, I don’t play with y’all
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| Crack in the pipers
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| Get the memo
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| Sean been hard since the days of «It's A Demo»
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| (REPEAT HOOK)
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| VERSE 3 — Jake Palumbo
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| Respectful honky, amicable Anglo
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| Productive junkie, eat a Xanax with a mango
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| Annex your assets by any means needed
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| Half this board meeting don’t seem to realize I’m weeded
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| Southern hospitality, humble to a fault
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| But you push the wrong button, got no problems with assault
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| You getting mushy, spending money on your lady
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| I’m getting pussy wearing clothes from Old Navy
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| But my Ralph Lauren Polo’s are pressed up like vinyl
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| Address me as Your Highness in the presence of your rivals
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| Electrified Blanka, fighting M. Bison
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| Finally earned a shot for 16 with Mic Tyson
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| Jake Palumbo, Jake Steed, Jake Lamotta
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| Jake It Till You Make It, take the money, make it hotter
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| Born in Tennessee you tend to see a lot of firearms
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| Fire out your speakers guaranteed as long as I’m on
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| (REPEAT HOOK) |