| The rest is empty with no brain, but the clever nerd
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| The best MC with no chain ya ever heard
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| Take it from the TEC-9 holder
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| They’ve bit but don’t know their neck shine from Shinola
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| Everything that glitters ain’t fishscale
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| Lemme think, don’t let her faint get Ishmael
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| A shot of Jack got her back it’s not an act stack
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| Forgot about the cackalack, holla back; |
| clack-clack, blocka
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| Villainy, feel him in ya heart chakra, chart-toppa
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| Start-shit stoppa, be a smart shoppa
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| Shot-a-Cop day around the way 'bout to stay
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| But who’d a know there’s two mo' that wonder where the shooter go
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| 'Bout to jet, get him, not a bet, dead 'em
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| Let 'em spit the venom said 'em got a lot of shit with 'em
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| Let the rhythm hit 'em, it’s stronger in the other voice
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| We makes the joints that make 'em spread 'em butta moist
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| Man, please, the stage is made of panties
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| From the age of baby hoochies on to the grannies
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| Ban me the dough rake, daddy
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| The flow make her fatty shake, patty cake, patty cake
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| For fake, if he was Anita Baker’s man
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| He’d take her for her masters, hit it once an' shake her hand
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| On some ol' thank ya ma’am an' ghost her
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| She could mind the toaster if she sign the poster
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| A whole host of roller coaster riders
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| Not enough tracks (is it?)
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| Hot enough black (for ya)
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| It’s too hot to handle, you got blue sandals
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| Who shot ya? |
| Ooh got you new spots to vandal?
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| Do not stand still, boast yo' skills
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| Close but no krills, toast for po' nils, post no bills
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| Coast to coast Joe Shmoe’s flows ill, go chill
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| Not supposed to overdose No-Doz pills
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| Off pride tykes talk wide through scar meat
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| Off sides like how Worf rides with Starfleet
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| Told ya, on some get-rich shit
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| As he gets older he gets colder than a witch tit
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| This is it, make no mistakes
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| Where my nigga go?
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| Figaro, Figaro
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| O’s beats and my rhymes attack
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| A scary act
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| All black like Ms. Mary Mack
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| Wait 'til you see 'em live on the piano
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| DOOM sings soprano, like, «Una, duociano»
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| My momma told me
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| Blast 'em and pass her her glass of Ol' E
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| Not to be troublesome
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| But I could sure use a quick shot of double rum
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| No stick of bubble gum
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| I like ice cream
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| We could skip the weddin'
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| Have a nice dream
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| She only let him stick the head in |