| Bussin out the woodworks on all rap jerks
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| It’s me Large Pro kid the one that perks up the party
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| Whenever its time to drop mine
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| I come through correct with the power to shine from the suns
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| Radiation I clock funds
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| Fuck all the bullshit I’m making spot runs from state to state
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| But I’m the worldwide great
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| Bound to blow up and won’t ever deflate or go pop
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| Cos once I start I don’t stop
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| So check out the man as I hop to the top
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| On that ass like the temperature heat I’m risin
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| To all the critics that keep critisisin
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| Y’all don’t know about shit
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| I’m strictly large core without intermission I’ll split
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| Your whole rap staff in half then laugh
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| Cos I done mastered the art and the craft
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| Of freaking a loop to make the girls wanna shoop
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| And kickin a line to make the guys wanna find
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| A nice cool spot to roll up at its fat
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| I say and slay it and lay it to DAT
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| Baby without an if or a maybe
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| There ain’t no other and we don’t bother
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| Cos I got a lot more albums galore in me And in the end some of y’all might see what it is That separate the pop pop fizz from this
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| Radioactive one who never lacked it Coming from Queens with the over ground tactic
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| (Word) Word mad clear not blurred
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| The next man slipped and he only got heard
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| For trying to come against he got his ass mixed
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| For various wack ass subliminal hits on the low
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| I’ll take you wherever you wanna go In this hip hop world cos I was born to flow
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| And drop logic on everyone in every project
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| To maintain the reign is the motherfucking object (ive)
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| For longevity and I could never be wack
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| In fact I stay as sharp as a thumbtack
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| Penetrating the non-innovating ain’t shit to me Same old same your lame rollin out the budha
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| To get blown out the frame on some arsine shit
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| Boy you get lit like a stove when I’m in complete flip mode
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| So watch out carve another notch out son (Why?)
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| Cos I’m hungry |