| Double-L
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| One for the «Living» and the other for the «Legends»
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| We the dopest out the west, and we don’t give a fuck
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| Who you like, who you don’t
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| What they write, what they wrote
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| Cuz we dope and they SUCK! |
| Dick, balls, ass, what?
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| Fuck out my face cause you talk too much (What?)
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| And you won’t do much but throw a peace sign, kick a freestyle then be out (OUT!
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| I’m drunk and I don’t play, and I will punch-you-in-the-mouth (MOUTH!)
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| You know Murs, little brother to the Journeymen (who?)
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| Laying blaze to the track 'till I’m burning it (Oh…)
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| Who you think put the tour in the tournament? |
| (who?)
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| Run my 60-second intervals, one in mind, my pinnacle
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| So once again, respect is permanent
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| Heard of him? |
| But I know they have, every mike I grab gets rocked well
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| Never fuck a girl with a crotch-smell, just «Put it in Her Mouth» like Akinyele
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| Still do it with class, don’t drop, fail
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| I’m a hot sale, and a «best buy», not the «bad dude» but the best guy (best guy!
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| And unless my, memory serves me incorrectly
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| My shows still dope, my flow’s on point, and bitches must respect me
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| Not sexy, or cute
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| But I got one verse that’ll kill your whole group and you STILL won’t shoot
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| With a bodyguard-troop, and a bulletproof suit, trying to pull a deuce-deuce
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| In the face of a cannon I’m standing and demanding my respect, now!
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| Hands up! |
| Put your L’s in the sky
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| Take heaven on earth, give 'em hell 'till you die!
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| Hands down! |
| We the dopest underground
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| With the beats and the rhymes, you don’t wanna fuck around!
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| Look, PROGRESSIVE is my nature, and I hate to bust your bubble
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| But I’m faded, soldiers waited and I’m out looking for trouble
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| Might rumble with your crew, but never fumble with my brew
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| And if I stumble into you, now that’s just something that I do!
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| Might spit to your girl with a breath full of «Earl» in the morning I won’t
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| mean it
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| Might piss on your rug, pass out in your tub, next day I’ll go and clean it
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| I’m a GENIUS! |
| When it comes to doing dumb-shit, homie trust me
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| But never gettin' faded as that night the police cuffed me
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| I’m lucky, in a bad way
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| Like free cigarettes on a bad day
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| Or a ??? |
| in your ashtray, trying to do it «Real slow, the FAST WAY»
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| I’m a class A asshole, a first-degree fool
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| You might think it’s not, but «Fuck you» I think it’s cool
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| I drool in my sleep cause I’m dreaming about a mil
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| Not the kind you keep, the kind that keeps your pockets filled
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| Not a lot of skill when it comes to «the game»
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| But a sucker for a broad with a real tight frame
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| And I won’t feel sane 'till I hear her name
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| So I walked up to her and I spilled my brain
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| (Girl I’m looking at that tattoo on the small of your back
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| Give me your number and one night and you’ll be calling me back
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| Won’t you let me pick you up and you can fall in the 'Lac
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| And take a trip between your hips, now whats the problem with that?)
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| Put your ass on my dick and a glass your lips, let’s get this party started} -
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| I’m a grind you from behind until I find you broken hearted
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| And I’m in this thought of friendship with the benefits imparted
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| I hope your not offended cause all men are not cold-hearted
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| I’m an artist under influence, I’m INNOCENT, regardless!
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| I’m an artist under influence, I’m innocent, regardless. |