| Yo, I’m gonna hit real hard with that,
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| shit that’s gonna make your dome crack, back, back
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| Yo, I’m gonna hit real hard with that,
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| shit that’s gonna make your dome crack, back, back
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| Yo, I’m gonna hit real hard with that,
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| shit that’s gonna make your dome crack, back, back
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| Yo, I’m gonna hit real hard with that,
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| shit that’s gonna make your dome crack, watch me…
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| Yo it’s the slang buster, Madlib the beat conductor
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| I hit you off with that ill structure, cuts ya Never on the bandwagon at any time
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| Every day, every place, got my pants saggin'
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| For y’all niggas that be strictly braggin'
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| Up at the spot so eager to grab the mic with the breath of dragon
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| Niggas be walkin around waggin’there tail taggin'
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| Along trying to get their mail laggin'
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| Make me wanna disrespect and check
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| Grab that nigga’s neck and start gaggin'
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| I drop a pound of discussion and drop a rhyme to leave you with a concusion
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| And have your whole crew commence to hushin'
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| Down with the Master race of emcees
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| Who terrorize, whoever flies up in the face talkin’lies
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| I give a shout to the unseen at the lost gates
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| While you’re makin’mistakes, we make them hot plates
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| Soundin’like, we got the rawest shit ever known to man
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| Expand my lung with the chronic smoke then proceed with the plan
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| My anecdote rain movin’on ya I got your brain locked down like some jail terrain
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| You out for fame talkin’about my name, I aim atcha like a gat ya Thought you were my rapture, watch your mental fracture
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| You’re just an actor, playin’the rap game, total shame
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| Nothing really gained when you shell framed is all in vain
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| I hitcha with that shit that make ya neck snap
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| While goin through my SP1200 with memory that’s stacks
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| The beat conductor keep your speaker shakin'
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| I got your amp’ll quakin like a vacation on Haiti
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| Relaxin', I’ll take you on a mental trip, grip
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| The ill loop digger signing out on the skit |