| Close your eyes
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| Visualize
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| Space and I verbalize
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| You chastize
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| But can’t stop my enterprise
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| Put your rhymes in a line
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| Put your raps in a stack
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| I’ll break you and your singer like Jinga
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| I mean um I spit like knee
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| On you this tight thing
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| Space nine enferno
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| One verbs be frightening
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| And for the sword fights tonight
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| My entourage is in camoflauge
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| Remove your mask
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| Let down your visage
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| But don’t slip up Cause when I was in my ship
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| That’s when I get ripped up The whole world
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| Fuck it G-S-E committee
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| Got your panties shitty
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| Click you sick
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| Callosso with itty bitty
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| Space and Missy
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| Sip my style till your pissy
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| Virgina bitch galactic
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| I be writing, writing, writing rhymes everyday
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| Don’t you say no more you don’t want to battle
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| Said I’m writing rhymes, writing rhymes everyday
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| Don’t you say no more you don’t want to battle
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| Verse Two:
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| Mama, Daddy, you ain’t, ready
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| Act like you know me Fly, as friends be Sizzling, I’m chilling
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| Man, you twisting
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| You sissy, you dis me You wish we was fucking tight
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| Auntie, Papa, Smoke lala
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| Hallah, fala, don’t bother to swalla
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| This bottle of remmy, got plenty
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| Of weed
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| So give me, give me, give me, give me, give me, please
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| See’s, no one, fly like these
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| Bees from over seas, we scratch our knees
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| Please, little one, please
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| You know my rhymes get tight
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| When I smoke all night (chorus comes in)
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| Verse Three:
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| We high tech like Timbo’s
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| Slap faces of dirty hoes
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| Dirty combo when we play
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| Swirl like the milky way
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| Deep like my black hole
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| I oppose, to expose
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| Chemical gases up your nose
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| Fade away like ozone
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| Quazars, moves and shit
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| Hey yo Missy, where da clip?
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| I think I need a hit
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| Shitty bees up in da place
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| Wanna be down with whoever
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| Be all up in his face but aint even on the level
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| I pull your wig back
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| Let of steam like nasty pools
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| That heat be to hot
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| Melt down, now up in pot
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| Count down, 3−2-1, lift off
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| Now over tize, Venus we circlize
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| And mars we tantalize
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| Comatize like Hale-Bopp
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| Smoking trees non stop
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| Then I send a televize from satelite on Nightline
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| Yeah, wouldn’t you like to get away
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| To the moon
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| We shine like stars
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| Lock down like metal bars
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| My style is a one-in-a-million
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| I flow on and on and on My rhymes give you a really good feeling
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| All day long |