| Electromagnetic beam, I get charged
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| Rhymes I run right through 'em like a big box of Trojan large
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| MCs tried to hang but it’s a Brooklyn thing
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| Poison slang, poison fang
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| Poison pen let me begin
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| Tryin' to rhyme up in my cipher is gamblin'
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| Freestylin' me G, I be buckwildin'
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| You can’t even challenge a nigga in my position
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| Technician, renditions more freaky than Rick James
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| Fly like airplanes through all it remain the same
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| My cuts like Freddy Krueger, don’t need a German Luger
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| But shoot more shit than Sturm-Ruger
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| Dirty rottens comin' through punks cling to their guns
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| Don’t start none, it won’t be none
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| 'Cause uhh… fuck around and it’ll be tragic
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| And I could rock a rhyme with just statik
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| And I could rock a rhyme with just statik
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| And I could rock a rhyme with just statik
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| Devastating, I gotcha heart pulsating
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| Kool-Aid, you need aid, ejaculating
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| Rhymes like semen, MCs is scheming
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| Tryna bag me baby black you must be beemin'
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| Fiendin', I don’t know who gassed ya head up
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| I’m straight up, for less niggas have got wet up
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| I’m on a mission, scrambling my enemies transmission
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| And when he least expect it, run up in his HQ
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| High IQ, every verse is EQed
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| Slither like a snake, still you can’t elude
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| The neba, but not caneza
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| It’s the toucha, no gun or God can protect ya
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| Neither the scripture, choke like a boa constrictor
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| This is my house and I’ll evict ya
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| Big respect is automatic — black
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| And I could rock a rhyme with just statik
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| And I could rock a rhyme with just statik
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| And I could rock a rhyme with just statik
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| And I could rock a rhyme with just statik
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| And I could rock a rhyme with just statik
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| I’ll snatch up your girlfriend, her friend and their friends
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| I got the game and fame, she got the condoms
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| She’s a victim, you shouldn’t have that mouth dirty rotten
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| For the longest we knew you were plottin'
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| On the downfall, who stands tall, lick the balls
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| I’m not like that, so I smash out pussy walls
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| On the low, oh no, on the high
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| I get high, praise to the most high
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| Try to battle me, step up and die
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| Like the arc of the covenant I electrify
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| Petrify, intelligence I glorify
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| So devils are horrified
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| Sprayin' like pesticide, come commit suicide
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| Step into my realm and be fried
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| By the statik |