| Ask no questions, I’ll tell no lies
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| My opponents getting weaker once they look in my eyes
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| Mesmorize 'em with these tight lines I instantly chose
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| Killer flows rendering my foes instantly froze
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| I come like hard wind, a hundred miles a hour or greater
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| Automatic rhyme regulator, rip through snakes and torturin' haters
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| Fool got out of line and started gun-bumpin' and shit
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| Laws showed up laughin' at him sayin' «That's what he gits!»
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| K-Rino sendin' heat rays and bustin' up fades
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| Sharp rhymes, sucker swallowed and left him shittin' out blades
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| Connecting and resurrecting, infecting the population
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| Collecting and paper checking, one punch I could drop a nation
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| In this rhyme race you can’t win, so don’t even try
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| You might get fourth place, right behind me myself and I
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| It’s too easy for my Year 2000 flows to uproot ya
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| So freeze me and thaw me out a hundred years in the future
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| Ignorant rappers I fling, with the stylin' I bring
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| While Philero’s gettin' wicked on a violin string
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| (Did that sucker ever beat you with that verse he was learnin'?)
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| Why don’t you ask me when he wake up and his ass stop burnin'?
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| DBX, why don’t tell these fakers how I go down?
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| (The SPC gave birth to and H-Town
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| These mother fuckers better recognize real MCs)
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| Hard enough to make a hurricane feel like a breeze
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| Did you see how fast he ran once we got in his grill?
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| (What about these fools scared to move, just standin' still?
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| Should I bust 'em with these and)
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| We’ll let him slide, he ain’t know no better, let him go, psych! |