| Yeah*
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| Look around you boy
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| All your homies are gone
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| Yeah they was standing right there but they gone
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| I don’t know what happen to em
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| Ha, ha, one minute they was standing there the next minute they were gone
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| There was about two hundred of em
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| So now it’s just me and you
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| One on one
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| Let’s have a one on one contest in front of the masses
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| To see who can snatch whose spirit from the body the fastest
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| Rhymes miraculously put off unbelievable stunts
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| Like a bullet that hits eleven parts in your body at once
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| I give you hell with unmatchable skills that I pervell with
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| Infect ya brain cells with an idiopathic element
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| Words orbit the earth causing our position to forfeit
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| Rappers commit suicide for my conscience by jumping off it
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| Appalled by these frauds who be breaking through the cored
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| Mighty weapons I show to y’all aim and unloaded em all
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| Y’all not hearing me con-clearly be the theory of conspiracy
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| You like a transvestite, you ain’t what’chu appear to be
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| Lyrically athletic, I jump with a beat’s put
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| A millipede with human legs to the Jordan on each foot
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| Less spark come in my mind, you won’t make it too far
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| You get lost like anorexic titties and a double D bra
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| I can release ten-thousand folks for every line spoke
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| With a slammer that blaze horizontally large in my throat
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| In a savage bout you drop when we lyrically jab it out
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| The backwards magician who pulls a head out of a rabbit’s mouth
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| I stay in motion when I pause, stop perfection in my laws
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| I bit down hard, and lock the hemisphere inside my jaws
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| My dilating bars are impossible to copy
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| One verbal drop of me can over fertilize the whole hobby
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| Ya skill was money mine would be the same as Bill Gate’s
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| Yours would be equalled to the wages of a waitress
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| The true condition only the doctor and nurse knows
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| Ya greatest work would make the bottom of the list of my worse flows
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| I’d greased you with a speech till I leave my brand on
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| And defeat you like I cut off them thangs you stand on
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| So your fifty-thousand miles in the air one hand strong
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| Snatch the earth from under you, so it’s nothing to land on
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| You might as well oblige, by the time you apologize
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| My guys be on your insides already full canonized
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| I considered it a crime to try to confront in mind
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| I got more killer lines than a jail cafeteria at lunch time
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| Hope that rhyme you set against me wasn’t supposed to offend
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| Your career is like the letter M real close to the N (yeah)
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| You approach me just stop bragging broaching and win
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| Until I spit a tighter way to write off most of your kin
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| I find pages ripped out of my folder for cover to cover (what's up)
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| My old rhymes and my new rhymes keep battling each other
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| I put the planet on pause when I wanna conserve energy
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| Cosmic enteritis listening to me or bending me inventively
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| Won’t wait to kill ya offspring after you breathe
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| I’ll cut to the chase and abort your ability to conceive
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| Me being less than the greatest you don’t truthfully believe
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| Sentence you to never breathe and no reprieve will be received |