| You’ve been gathered to this meetin' by a wolf in a sheep skin
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| Slick talkin' heathen, even spit when I’m sleepin'
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| Dope MC by day and super rapper in the evenin'
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| I’m the man that your ex hails when she breathes in
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| Plague is the legion that I pledge my allegiance
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| We the kings in any region plus it’s ass kickin' season
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| Shit we lookin for a reason, last cretin caught reachin'
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| Got pulled over speedin' while retreatin' from the beatin'
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| We diamonds in the rough, packin' seats in arenas
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| You rhinestones in sequins open-micin' on the weekend
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| I doubt that you could test the fleet without peekin' or cheatin'
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| We beefin' if I even think you speakin' out of sequence
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| Spit fire like a demon, blessin' raps with the Deacon
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| Distinguished on the mic like I’m speakin' king’s english
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| You wake up with the fever dreamin' that you can defeat us
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| But we don’t buy that shit either because seein' is believin'
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| Whatever you throw our way, we throw right back
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| Catch. |
| Bitch, don’t flinch
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| Whatever you throw our way, we throw right back
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| So don’t you spit in the wind
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| There ain’t too many who can hang, think you better, do your thang
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| Shit you threw my way came back at you like a boomerang
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| Think I’m new to the game? |
| This ain’t a fuckin' movie mayne
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| Shit you people do for fame, pimp yourself like Pootie Tang
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| Ruthless with the Brooklyn slang, rollin' with the crooked game
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| Mad because we took your dame, shit we could have took your chain
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| Now it’s just a fuckin' shame, told your friends we used to hang
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| Groupie bitches do the same, shoulda never shook your hand
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| What the hell’s it gonna take for you to get this through your brain?
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| Couldn’t get the picture, so I guess I’ll just remove the frame
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| Who’s to blame? |
| You my friend. |
| Ain’t nothin' here for you to gain
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| Got set up to lose again, by now you should be used to pain
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| Can’t see me in raps, so in battles better use a cane
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| Leave you dancin' on the train, beggin random dudes for change
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| Frontin' like a shooter when you know you shoulda took the lane
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| Even John Henry couldn’t fuck with tracks I used to bang |