| Yes yes. |
| ahh ahh. |
| bring it live
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| Yo it’s the x to the z from the likwit squad
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| Hook:
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| «one mc""after"(x3)
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| «on the mic" — souls of mischief
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| All that get money take money sound funny
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| So i stick to my own i can feel it in my bones
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| These clones and clowns ain’t really down
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| Play the background westbound
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| Huntin’down pussy like a bloodhound
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| Plus i feel that no style is darker than mine
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| You can stick that into places where the sun don’t shine
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| All you one hit wonders only in it for the spotlight
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| Spend half a million dollars still don’t sound tight
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| Bring truth to the light
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| I write rhymes for the under
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| Blunt smokin’bottle crackin’all day slumber
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| Who wouldn’t give a fuck if the world fell down
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| As long as i can twist a fat one and pass it around
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| Mr. x to the z from the likwit crew
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| La to elviaire with my man eq Coming live and direct with your neck like this
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| Come home and smoke a spliff in the benz with swift
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| I stay fucked up Hook
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| Lyrically ingenious my flows are intravenous
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| Kids are squeamish
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| When they attempt to refless
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| I’m the apex
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| Shows get rocked half the words?
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| Hold your glock your whole goal is props
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| You’ll never get 'em
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| My rhythm just fluctuates
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| You can’t o.d. |
| no matter how much you take
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| I rush your plates
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| Crack your lenses clean like benzene
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| Cool like menthol
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| My shits the end all
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| Majorly gain your speed slow your role
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| You lie and like pinochio your nose will grow
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| Let’s go Underground compress co Bust these jewels these diamonds out
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| But still some of these niggas don’t know what we rhymin’bout
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| Mine in doubt
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| Traversing’the earth like zombies
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| And rocks your dirty laundry
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| Presented to the world as comedy
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| Del rips it honestly that’s why the girls are found of me And don’t be squandering your little flow
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| You ain’t got many
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| You’re fly spinning
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| We constitution
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| You seek contribution from del for usage
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| Over these acoustics
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| I take time out for use of Harkus representing proof in you walkman
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| Lockin’competition out of studios
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| Everyday i live is like a musical
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| Create my own score
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| More funkier than shaft on my musical path
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| Hook
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| They like «ooh. |
| don’t say that.»
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| When it’s lay doe a dat competition where they at?
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| I diss 'em
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| Steady at the rhythm
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| Like a pilot i keep you silent
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| Through the turbulence words will get violent
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| Mega doses exposes is flagellant composes
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| All you get is roses on your grave you misbehave
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| It’s the brave courageous lyrically contagious
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| Spiritually engage with the psychedelic waves of An egyptian
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| We rips then
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| Cover the mic like the sun we eclipsin'
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| Cause no light shine through a flow like mine
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| Casual might ignite the mic for pastime
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| With one style older than the sundial
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| My elaborate connection of words is fun how
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| I display, dismay this way gettin’bissy
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| Crackers show off the top while i’m hittin’a j My immaculate style attackin’with nouns and verbs
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| For the wack it gets foul
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| Got a full metal jacket off rhymes to press
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| To manifest under pressure
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| Past style a lyrical treasure
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| Never the less i get fresher
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| It’s involital my biological make up composes of flesh and blows
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| Will dispose of all
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| When they appear in my crystal ball
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| I know you wish i fall
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| «yes y’all»
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| Hook |