| I blaze any block I’m spotted on
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| My CD is like a rubber, you taking a risk when you ain’t got it on
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| The ambassador mastered the art of committing microphone massacre
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| Flipping styles like a spatula
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| I’m hearing doom, I’m speeding near the Moon
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| that stole my rhymes on and still needed room
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| I disperse lines at the worst time
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| I got 7 brains so you’s a fool if you thinking I’ll use my first mind
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| It’s not your fault that I slaughtered you
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| I put the blame on your old lady for not getting that abortion when she started
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