| Thought sporadic, psycho addict to mic booths
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| Short yet stout dreadlock that came to turn the party out
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| Been on the scene, now all the politics done set me back
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| Open up your mind, and I’ma tap your skull with ‘nough rap
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| Cerebral hemorrhaging is what you’re experiencing
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| The antidote for what you’re needing is my proceeding. |
| Ha!
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| You think you’re hot shit, the pilot in the cockpit?
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| You’re entering enemy airspace that’s hazardous to your existence
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| I got my shit locked down, no move-faking
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| I’m bringing home the greens and, yo, they’re seasoned without bacon. |
| If you’r
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| A user, then I’ma lose ya—you ain’t fooling m
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| Just pass the cloud nine smoke that brings the cool in me
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| No wool is, G. Just going over your mental eulogy
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| Sinsez/Sin' says you’ll get your brain whipped when I come with it
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| Your cypher small—now watch me bounce it off a brick wall
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| Another customer, a billion served like hors d’oeuvres. |
| What’s
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| The word, nigga? |
| Thoughts be traveling a mile a minute ‘cause I’m
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| In it to win it like the pennant, so just spin it if you
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| Got it in your crate. |
| I hate suckers who be zoning out
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| I wanna hear my shit primetime—that's what I’m talking ‘bout
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| Sinsez/Sin' says, «Throw your hands in the air, yeah!»
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| Sinsez/Sin' says, «There's wack rappers everywhere!» |
| (Sinister Voicez)
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| Sinsez/Sin' says, «We got treats from the streets, yo!» |
| (Sinister Voicez)
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| Sinsez/Sin' says, «We're dropping jewels on these beats» (Sinister Voicez)
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| Guess who’s back to black max with the fat raps?
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| You’re used to hearing from a nigga, so I figured you had
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| The munchies from them blunts you’re smoking, I’ll have you choking. |
| It’s
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| The lethal, kid—I ain’t joking. |
| Ayyo, don’t you
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| Know who I am? |
| The nigga with the old God damn
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| Type of funk. |
| Punk, that ass is lunch, no doubt
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| I got the rough, rugged, accurate, immaculate, rip shit
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| Forwards and backwards with my rhyme tactics. |
| It’s automatic
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| Like a TEC you’ll sweat. |
| Did you forget I’m a vet?
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| Banging heads and leaving girls soaking wet. |
| No
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| Threats are necessary, no need to talk—just
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| Watch where you walk or you might get caught
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| Downright dirty
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| Like a mechanic jumpsuit, I thump loops
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| Like boxers in the ring doing their thing for mad loot—truth
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| You slipped up. |
| Fist up defend ya, end, and amend the chaos
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| The world is madness. |
| Tell me: can I pass this test?
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| Yes! |
| I’ve been put on this Earth to rock
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| Some verses, time keeps slipping, but I’ll be catching it
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| By the tail, dragging his face in the dirt for starters, finishing
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| Him off like crippled racehorses—who the boss is?
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| Sinsez/Sin' says, «Throw your hands in the air, yeah!»
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| Sinsez/Sin' says, «There's wack rappers everywhere!» |
| (Sinister Voicez)
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| Sinsez/Sin' says, «We got treats from the streets, yo!» |
| (Sinister Voicez)
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| Sinsez/Sin' says, «We drop jewels on these beats» (Sinister Voicez)
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| I drop
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| Rhymes and degrees deeper than the seven seas
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| These lyrics be bringing death to scrub emcees
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| A hundred thousand calories of funk, it’s fat
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| Must be them kids from Sinsez doing that
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| Niggas be like, «Wow!» |
| ‘cause my style be like, «Blao!»
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| In your face, nigga. |
| Now how you figure you was nicer
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| My capabilities exceed imagination. |
| You must
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| Be basing. |
| My presentation’s breathtaking, you’re faking
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| Demonstrations are frustrating. |
| I’m nutting
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| On beats, you’re suffering from castration. |
| Adversaries
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| I be facing be wasting conversation
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| Niggas we’re beating with that bullshit they be kicking
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| I’ll write classics like Dickens, I’m sticking competition with
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| A dab of my gab, suckers been getting bagged like, «Paper
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| Or plastic?» |
| I’m getting drastic in this rap shit
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| You’ll get that ass kicked, my style’s fantastic
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| Sinsez/Sin' says, «Throw your hands in the air, yeah!»
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| Sinsez/Sin' says, «There's wack rappers everywhere!» |
| (Sinister Voicez)
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| Sinsez/Sin' says, «…treats from the streets, yo!» |
| (Sinister Voicez)
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| Sinsez/Sin' says, «We drop jewels on these beats» (Sinister Voicez)
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| Sinsez/Sin' says, «Throw your hands in the air, yeah!»
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| Sinsez/Sin' says, «There's wack rappers everywhere!» |
| (Sinister Voicez)
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| Sinsez/Sin' says, «We got treats from the streets, yo!» |
| (Sinister Voicez)
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| Sinsez/Sin' says, «We drop jewels on these beats» (Sinister Voicez) |