| Thoughts inherently put down, left my therapist needing therapy
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| Listen, unto you I say verily that I tear your arms standing transparently
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| Momentarily you won’t know where it be
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| I run through you like water do
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| You a part of my imagination so how can you think of hurting me when I thought
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| of you?
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| You ‘bout to orchestrate a war with fate
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| My scoring rate soars for hours straight just as sure as 4 and 4 is 8
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| I read a list of those who scared of this, rhyme experiments are errorless
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| It’s perilous walking blindly through my edifice
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| My every thought’s a leap
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| Acid rhymes dissolved the paper’s lined which made the verse collapse and words
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| fell off the sheet
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| I’m reinforced with heat that can torch a beat
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| And scorch an unseen microorganism from across the street
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| Scholars from other planets be bringing my books
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| Interplanetary lyrical phantoms be singing my hooks
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| When you start showing off, I intercept the path you go and cross
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| Reset money like an NFL referee at the coin toss
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| No coping with death, you hoping I crack
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| Man, you so wack that you couldn’t open up for the opening act
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| I put the pressure on, brother you the worst or the best you’re gone
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| Unmatchable methods exist in my mentality’s upper echelon
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| My foes be feeling these murderous abilities
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| We the realest Gs, I go off just like unpaid utilities
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| I spill degrees first you reveal with ease, Dope got more tracks than weeds
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| I breeze through, spit a half a line and kill MCs
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| Get overzealous when I’m smacking fellers
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| If it’s life after dead, you ‘bout to find out but too bad you can’t come back
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| to tell us
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| Step in the ring, it’s a KO in the middle
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| So don’t you ever try to test this man
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| That’s the founder right there, you either man up or walk off
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| Man up or walk off, you either man up or walk off
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| Step in the ring, it’s a KO in the middle
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| So don’t you ever try to test this man
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| Chains, diamond rings, you either man up or walk off
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| Leads to your property, ay you either man up or walk off
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| Stuff like that
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| My rhymes eat wack emcees up for lunch
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| And you ain’t gotta be Hawaiian to get a punch
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| A skull and bone crusher, murder emcee perfectly
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| Aerodynamically, turn back the dust when you challenge me
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| I’m Dope-E, yeah I’m back with a head full of hair
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| When I speak these rhymes, they spark and flare, I break an MC down with a cold
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| stare
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| You claim you smart but you kill me there
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| I heard you used up all of your lifelines the first question on Millionaire
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| And you got it wrong, to tell the truth, ain’t no preparation
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| No other alternative route, death you facing
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| I’m Dope-E, you can’t beat me, defeat me
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| The corner’ll find you wrapped up in plastic like a CD
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| This ain’t Raekwon but you can call me a Chef
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| ‘Cause I can cook up a Dope-E rapper dagger then slice you to death
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| Your basketball got stole, I took it
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| Then fake left and shake back to the right, went back to the left,
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| took it to the middle, penetrated the hole
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| I radiate raps through your backpack, wear an aerial fitted cap
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| Pierce the lungs with a scapula and you heard it clap
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| But your heart collapse, cardiac arrests when I dart at your chest
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| Dope-E with K-Rino, Hip-hop art at it’s best
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| Your label heard me rap, now your contract is void with a breach
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| Rhymes tighter than biker shorts on a three hundred pound woman at the beach
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| To tell the truth, life is a raw game
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| They think I featured in The Wizard of Oz ‘cause I got control of my straw name
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| The beat pounces, the frequency bounces
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| Your newborn baby raps don’t hold no weight measured in ounces
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| Most emcees be wack like they bite from each other
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| My rhymes known to play both fingers against the middle, I have y’all fighting
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| each other
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| Step in the ring, it’s a KO in the middle
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| So don’t you ever try to test this man
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| That’s Dope E, you either man up or walk off
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| Any rapper in the UK, you either man up or walk off
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| Step in the ring, it’s a KO in the middle
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| So don’t you ever try to test this man
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| America, Africa, you either man up or walk off
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| Spain, bring it, you either man up or walk off
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| SPC, from the old school
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| Twenty years later, in a new school
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| But it ain’t even all about that
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| It’s about this now school
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| Any one of y’all stepping, man
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| C’mon, bring it
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| I’m battling for the crib on MTV, higher living
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| You know what I’m saying?
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| That’s what’s up, the deed to your land, your property
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| Any one of y’all wanna bring it
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| All over the world, bring it, that’s what’s up |