| See I’m Tashan Dorrsett, you guys wear fake crocs
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| Wearin thongs like Betty, ain’t no real bands in the crowd
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| But you do sleep in the teddy
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| Not needle pickin, your flow need to thicken
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| Get better residential, otherwise
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| You’ll be losin more games against me, you hear me?
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| You foolin like a rookie, you’re just a Marbury
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| New York Knick’n, with the little bit of light you gettin
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| Got you sniffin, +Uptown Saturday Night+
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| Got a little Saturday hype
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| You sound like Loudon Wright
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| A fat girl who can’t lose weight on the mic
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| Flow brick thick, flow smooth
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| Flow smooth…
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| Flow so brick thick, flow smooth
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| Flow smooth…
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| Flow so brick, thick flow, smooth
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| Flow smooth…
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| Flow so brick, the flow is sick, flow smooth
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| Flow smooth…
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| Yeah~! |
| Hey yo, don’t be mistified
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| It’s your boy Ced Gee, and I’m one of the baddest
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| See I’m tired of hearin some of you cats rap dawg
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| It’s just some of the saddest
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| A waste of time and a wasted rhyme on a
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| CD or iPod, it’s just a bunch of madness
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| Your flow’s the same on every record
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| You talk about the same
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| I don’t even know if you consider your weak skills above the average
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| You spit the same old baggage, you just a wannabe savage
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| Your lyrics are so tragic
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| Youse just a silly rabbit
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| I know you wish you had some of my magic
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| But you can never have it
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| See because I’m one of the classics, a rap fascist
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| Me leaving the game? |
| Check my archives dawg
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| I know you wish you could grab it, snatch it
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| Imagine, you could be like me
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| With all of your raps mastered — yeah
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| You could be imprisoned for 75 years you’d never have much lyrics
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| I got 60,000 pads full ready to explode
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| Spit 'em out like machine guns
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| Watch the 12 star general reload
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| Open up the top of the tank, you see the strips
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| Even Hitler knew about my rank
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| Since the Berlin Wall, the rise and fall
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| Communists trained to throw
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| … vocals around like a ventriloquist
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| I sprinkle with better piss
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| I can use the more deeper chemicals, instead of this
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| They leave with enemas~!
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| Face the boxes, the laboratory with 10 million bottles of vinegar
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| Alcohol yes, I sprell, you can read in braille
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| Minefield stay active to blow your legs off when you come and see me
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| Don’t step on the seashell, officials, yeah
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| Lock out your passport (lock it out) |