| You don’t really want a close encounter
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| This dude’s talkin' like he knows the bouncers
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| I move up on ya face for talkin' outta place
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| Get your spine ripped out by Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch!
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| And ain’t nobody gangsta, we just fight good
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| Left jab, uppercut, then a right hook
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| Jedi Mind spit rhymes like I write hooks
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| Type you don’t wanna fight wit, Jedi Mind Tricks
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| Hey yo, great rap outta BC, the track
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| The beat beast master, heat clapper, speakin' the facts
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| Keys to the 'Lac, weed in the back, foot on the gas
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| Squeezin' the gat, leave it at that, my foot in yo' ass
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| Listen, bust your rat, you scream, Ruck is back, bitch
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| «You gonna fuck up your career, you hear?"Fuck the rap shit
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| I make the same money when I hustle this crack shit
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| Probably make more 'cause a nigga don’t pay no taxes
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| Access the gun’s off the earth axis
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| Axis of evil, the evil 'll leave your hat split
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| Ruck flow is like «Fuck you, God»
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| I don’t wanna rhyme, I need a construction job
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| Listen, backpack rap, Jansporter crew
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| Big guns and fast cars, Transporter, too
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| I camcord your crew with a clip in they mouth
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| Sean Price, fuck you riffin' about? |
| Shut the fuck up, yeah
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| You don’t really want a close encounter
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| This dude’s talkin' like he knows the bouncers
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| I move up on ya face for talkin' outta place
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| Get your spine ripped out by Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch!
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| And ain’t nobody gangsta, we just fight good
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| Left jab, uppercut, then a right hook
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| Jedi Mind spit rhymes like I write hooks
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| Type you don’t wanna fight wit, Jedi Mind Tricks
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| I put you in the fuckin' torture wrath, I carry forty gats and pure black
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| That send you and your spiritual to where the Lord is at
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| You read «Behold a Pale Horse»? |
| Well, I authored that
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| And on top of that, Vinnie the owner of a gorgeous gat
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| I don’t trust nobody, cousin, I’m a cautious cat
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| I see inside your eyes, it’s where demonic forces at
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| Fuck around and get laced with the Luger
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| If you sympathize with the hellinization of Judah
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| My place is the future, everybody say «The boy nice»
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| Philly to Brooklyn, Brooklyn to Philly with Sean Price
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| I’m not sayin' I’m the nicest around
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| I’m just sayin' I’m the nicest with the knife and the pound
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| I’m strikin' you down, Pazienza always on the block
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| You the type to take a L and fuckin' call the cops
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| Cross the other side of street because you saw it’s hot
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| Call me Mike Fratello baby, 'cause I call the shots, yeah, pussy
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| You don’t really want a close encounter
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| This dude’s talkin' like he knows the bouncers
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| I move up on ya face for talkin' outta place
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| Get your spine ripped out by Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch!
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| And ain’t nobody gangsta, we just fight good
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| Left jab, uppercut, then a right hook
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| Jedi Mind spit rhymes like I write hooks
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| Type you don’t wanna fight wit
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| I’m comin' at you with various weapons, hittin' your body in various sections
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| Even the mutha fuckin' devil was there when I blessed him
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| Better selection of clappers then you
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| Jesus Price, Pazienza better rappers then you
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| I’ve had it with you, every rhyme I write a testament
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| About the war and our apocalyptic president
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| About how I studied the science of raw
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| How I carry Desert Eagle’s and defy it’s a law
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| My violence is pure, walk the battlefield with stainlesses
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| They say I’m deranged, disconnected and dangerous
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| My rap is sharp enough to slash your fuckin' veins and wrist
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| I’ll put a knife into my heart to see if pain exists
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| My forty cal' is fuckin' dyin' to bust
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| It could teach you how to bleed and how to die in the dust
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| Yeah, I’m tryin' to organize with people I identify
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| While Bush and Cheney sit and celebrate a genocide, yeah
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| You don’t really want a close encounter
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| This dude’s talkin' like he knows the bouncers
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| I move up on ya face for talkin' outta place
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| Get your spine ripped out by Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch!
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| And ain’t nobody gangsta, we just fight good
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| Left jab, uppercut, then a right hook
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| Jedi Mind spit rhymes like I write hooks
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| Type you don’t wanna fight wit, Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch! |