| Double K
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| One, I’m unexplainable, but able to rip
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| You got some way to go before you even handle this
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| Two ways to understand the formula is don’t trying it
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| Saying in ways, my paving it, nigga, I can’t deny it
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| Three verses to my one, and two niggas to your camp
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| Squares living undercover, and you trying to diss the champ
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| Four-wheel rapping over broke beats uphill
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| Trucking like an old-timer with a rival to kill
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| The five star deputy loc, watch the smoke, choke
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| Every rapper in the place, taking music for a joke
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| Six seconds minus five to keep the burner alive
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| So when it’s time to gat 'em up, only the K survives
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| Seven times eleven was the year Mike Will dropped
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| Twenty-four years later, and I still can’t be stopped
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| Eight’s enough and late’s enough, will be the time that I return
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| Coming back to claim rap, catch me chilling on perv
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| Thes One
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| Yo, the P take the weight like a pulley, hooking and slinging
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| Los Angelino bullies rapping, not seeing
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| Meaning flaps to non-fiending to a soft land and
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| Taking props like a principal cops a Walkman (to all mine)
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| I assign rhymes to the culture like enzymes
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| To erase the Alzheims, they remember my odd lines
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| Scribed in vibes on wax, then off tracks
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| They repeat 'em or copy like fax (he's a fighter, man)
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| It’s tighter than what he could write on his own
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| Sitting alone with some headphones on his dome
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| With his mom yelling, «turn the beat down» («Turn that shit down!»)
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| In the background, slapping wack sounds, send him back to his town
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| To catch a one-way pass, a Cambridge sound clash
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| They burn like hash, I take the cash and dash
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| Spread the love like a rash, I’m irrational
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| Messing with a Latino, so national
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| I fly anywhere on a thirty-three cent stamp
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| And spread plates in my field like a discus champ
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| Distance champ, I’m undisputed even when I do it
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| Double K send a chorus forward, you’ll pursue it
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| Double K
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| And I’m perving, serving, you better watch that man
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| Coming with heat you can’t escape, burning up your land
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| And we perving way hard, overboard and underweight
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| Fresh noise knocking 'em out, we come from L. A
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| And we perving, serving you niggas, just watch that man
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| Coming with heat you can’t escape, burning up your land
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| And we perving way hard, overboard and underweight
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| Fresh noise knocking 'em out, straight outta West L. A
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| People Under The Perv, People Under The Perv
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| People Under The Stairs! |
| (scratched and repeated)
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| Perving, serving, you better watch that man… this here’s the doctor, saying, «The bigger the headache, the bigger the thrill… and we the big headache, baby.
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| «Ha! |
| Say, Thes One, what’s happening? |
| What’s happening? |
| What’s happening?
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| He got us…
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| Oh, okay
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| Rock it! |
| (repeated)
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| All night! |