| «-Life is too…»
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| Two two one-two
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| How DOOM hold heat then preach non-violence?
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| Shhh, he about to start the speech, c’mon, silence
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| On one starry night, I saw the light
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| Heard a voice that sound like Barry White, said «Sho you right»
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| Don’t let me find out who tried to bite
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| They better off goin' to fly a kite in a firefight
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| During tornado time with no coat than I caught ya
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| Wrote the book on rhymes, a note from the author
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| With no headshot, he said it’s been a while
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| Got a breadwinner style to get a inner child to finna smile
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| And that’s no exaggeration
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| The doctor told a patient «It's all in your imagination negro»
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| Ahh, what do he know?
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| About the buttery flow, he need to cut the ego
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| Trippin', to date the Metal Fellow been rippin' flows
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| Since New York plates was ghetto yellow with broke blue writing
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| This is too exciting
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| Folks leave out the show feelin' truly enlightened
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| They say «The Villain been spitting enough lightning
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| To rock shock the Boogie Down to Brighton,"alright, then
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| Yeah, check, it’s enough
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| Uh, yeah, now
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| How M.E.D. |
| hold heat like Clint East is reborn?
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| Leave you with more holes than a dartboard
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| Haters watch him, Hennessy double shot drink
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| Like the answer to the problem’s at the bottle’s bottom
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| Uhh, from the bottom, top that homey, pay how you owe me
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| My niggas take no like Kobe
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| Even with the the arms of the Hulk, you couldn’t hold me
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| From gettin mines, stogies be rolled, smokin and gettin by
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| Thanks to rap I ain’t got a dime
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| Got me sneakin out of checkout lines with bottles by the waistside
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| Yeah, smack 'em in the face, let 'em taste pride
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| Face trial, end up washed up like the shorelines
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| Do or die ride, how the dead return
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| Street turns, keep me in this dirt like an earthworm
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| What he spit hits and grows, will brothers ever learn
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| Worth a word, chat with a nerd, meeting adjourned |