| Check it out yo,
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| It’s clear I’m burning out the candles here
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| No open toed sandals here
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| I finesse any way I dress
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| Capital F-R-E-S-H so fresh
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| YO the mass men who suppress pain like aspirin
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| Jurass men are the best trained assassins
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| Your class pins get thrown in the trash bins
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| You leaches and has beens get your teeth smashed in
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| Hot as you’d keep a furnace
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| We kept it earnest
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| Poems puncture your epidermis
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| And swell up enormous
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| Smoother than candles or flannel pajamas
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| We raid the city on camels
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| And dismantle informers
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| The omen
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| We blowin' never knowing where we goin'
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| When we flowin' with the fresh word spoken
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| Your chokin cuz my mikes smoking
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| Hoping that you get a chance to get into the open for some fresh air
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| But you already there
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| Yo I’m in the clear
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| West of the hemisphere J5 musketeers
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| Zorro with the oral editorial
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| The moral of the story I’m professional
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| J5 mcs and its on
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| J5 MCs then its on
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| I’m never cautious on MCs that make me nauseous
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| I feel that it’s important
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| So Let’s write and go record
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| No need for applause
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| If you’re kicking the raw shit
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| We rotate tracks double back, just like swordfish
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| Word gifts is given when precision is I
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| Dominator, illustrator of this lyrical pie,
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| Why you livin' a lie
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| Just unloosen your tie
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| So you can check the way we do this
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| In conclusion we’ll fly
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| With the view from the birds eye
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| With birds eye flown
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| I symbolize the skull and the cross bones
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| S to the O U P to the izzay
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| Sharp like the blade that stabbed the back of the OJs
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| Akil, Chali 2na, Marc 7, Cut Chemist, Numark, Zaakir, Jurassic 5
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| Schoolhouse rock the dock I’m about to block back
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| To the underground into the next round and to the next town
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| I NEED A BEAT |