| Read it in bold print, we holdin it down
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| Lick a shot, hip-hop when we in yo’town
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| Uhh, master blaster sound
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| Freak the future far from here and now
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| With style, release increase the peace, uhh
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| Bubble with the beat 'til they feelin the heat in the streets
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| Now each one, teach one, reach one, young gun
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| On one, listen to the warrior’s drum
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| Beatin up the block with the ghetto hop that knock
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| and make you wanna crash the spot
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| And unlock explode (BOOM) the alpha and omega code
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| With drum rolls and old soul, we uphold
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| And foretold to scores of six years ago
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| Fast flow from G. Rap to Kool Moe
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| Supasyllable, major to the minimal
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| Every individual, bounce to the tempo yo Lungs collapse and raps be trapped in The only way to make it happen, jaw-jappin, fast rappin
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| Yo, I’m the hot dog that run the hottest monologue
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| In star poetic inserts and yes y’all s My speech is like holding two glocks apiece
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| The outreach that rock police
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| The super adventure men portend to put somethin in bitches
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| Win when we write, the Emmy winner get hyped, off any printer
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| And I came to get it (HIT IT)
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| Like Operation PUSH, operate the tush
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| Black octopus of soul, in inter-planetary patrol
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| I planted my gold, and low and behold
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| It’s the brother doc, ready to rock-rock
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| Don’t stop Hobbes, I known like the lumberjack chop chop
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| The wordsmith, I write in block letters of cursive
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| Curse my circus, serve this surface
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| And watch how the brother fet over
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| The fly Cassanova with the frankencense odor
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| Bear witness
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| To where riches’ll make career bitches share pictures
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| When the ears get this ya brainses software’ll glitches
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| Splatter your brains
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| Leave scattered remains of matter and stains
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| That’ll explain how you was battled and slain
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| I get rude and go, to your show and use a row
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| of fans to BOO and throw you off 'til you lose your flow
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| A pro mean like Joe Greene when I blow theme
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| Put your whole team on pause like cold cream
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| Then show laughter when I flow faster, your hoe haveta
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| go after her weave from the breeze when I blow past ya
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| I’m dapper plus ghetto and just pedal
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| When the dust settles we left in the rubble the crushed metal
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| Nurses with hearses sealin conversed with lit purses
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| Spit fire, make you first to bit, try me Like Osama, odoma', I’ma cause trauma
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| And homicides when I collide I get kamikaze
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| Kane baby, walk hard, the p-jects
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| On streets of Brooklyn I’m a crew of D-cepts
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| On streets of L.A. I’m a whole E-set
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| On tracks with Jurassic I be the T-Rex
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| Still that Gucci dressin, still that coochie pressin
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| My pimp game smooth be-gets 'em
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| I don’t use discretion; |
| cop tends to be stressin
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| Fuck explainin it, who’s he testin?
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| Finsta perform all physical forms
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| Leave your ass shakin like a Mystikal song
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| Please Dumb, what type of shit was you on?
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| Cause man to compress a nigga mean One less a nigga (uh-huh)
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| All I want is my niggaz all recruitin a slimmy
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| All I want is my liver all polluted with Remi
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| Duel with any, bring it, I face-off
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| Son you out your league like Jordan was with baseball
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| Yeahhh, your majesty, word flash photography
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| Third class economy, blade slashed your artery
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| Nerve gassed anatomy, blurred past dramatically
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| Herbs hashed, my word splash packed agility
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| Never predictability
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| Manouvers of mind fully designed cause I’m true to the rhyme
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| We do the sublime, crackin yo’backbone
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| Attackin you wack clones
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| Vernacular right and exact, capital rap zone
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| that come back verbal assault rifle (ahhhhh)
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| We fight like Stokely Carmichael
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| Nope! |
| We just like you
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| We broke and ain’t no tellin what we might do Ain’t no joke
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| Provoke the right to reverse to seek mercy
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| with the King Asiatic and Percy P Ain’t heard the worst of me, until your chest 3-D
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| Spit venom and burn your body like a STD
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| Put a 20 on the next brother steppin to me wrong
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| I mess around a lick cause you done cheat on my theme song
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| This might seem wrong, but this is a mean song
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| Crushed like King-Kong, and just like ping-pong
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| Back and forth, I spit knowl’and toss, it’s time to floss
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| My verbal affirmation is to always go off
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| When syllables slide you’ll be enjoyin the vibe
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| When consider it pride, it’s J5
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| When another deadly medley, camera action yo we heavy
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| Aim steady slash machette Mazeratti engine ready
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| Good and plenty don’t be petty count the fetti and we jetti
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| OFF to another city where we do our nitty grity
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| We wild like Serengeti, tear it down let’s seek and set it Get ready, for the ride, verbally hand-glide
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| Write and stay tight, mission’s in sight
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| Murderer worldwide the stage is yo’knife |