| Yeahyeah uuh
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| Along with my man Extra P and my man Q-T
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| Here in the place to be With the capital P, Rock on
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| I’m braced just from my voice bring life to microphones
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| And my weight phone moves I’m headed for the dead zone
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| You heads flown and it’s a crazy rest
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| You should’ve vest when the Kane come to test the best
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| So next up is the one the non-half stepper
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| Keeper of the thought, healer of the lepras
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| Controller of the treezy with no ego to feed
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| Cause I stays level headed, vocabulary
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| I’m better up in the dome, I’m bound to crush
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| Rollin’up I spill the bone free
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| See it’s the G bring it to you in the physical
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| Comin’through with the crucial ball material
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| I entertain each time I’m in the session
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| Leavin brothers guessin', yo what’s that sound
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| Got 'em wishin’they was on this bitches mouth goin’down
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| InI vibrations over plumb tracks
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| Most of y’all found cats couldn’t match that
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| Touch this, I don’t think you should attempt to Cause if you do, plus I got two examples
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| From gettin any clout
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| No doubt to each his own
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| To each his own (repeat 8 times)
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| Check it out to each his own, watch out cat
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| Niggas think daz can get a dollar bill
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| Choices made, they choose the ill
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| Inside a nigga wanna survivalism of all the scrams
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| It’s crazy let’s make you move, tryin to be topscore
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| And he really don’t give a rats ass who he go to
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| He’s a big boy, he bites all he can chew
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| But yo I eat all plates with hip hop written on it Pete Rock the group InI shittin on it Lyrically impressive ain’t no second guesses
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| The most poppin shit talker is the one who stresses
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| And you see the Abstract with a tight lipped caddy
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| Speakin on my peace and my soul is ever vary
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| Til my microphone I dialogue
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| Sit back with a whole lot a love, complement it with claps
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| I’m on some grown men shit, my peak is not yet reached
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| So I remind my one and take 'em each
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| To each his own
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| Excuse me, I’m here to earn a man a buck or two
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| Now take a chance with life or lose the fuckin you
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| All your friends, your flower lack potent
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| You used to be shy but now you wanna be my stands
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| On the E-L this is gonna swell for a second
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| While I’m catchin wreck, how many others should she step in The sack with, guess I better get a Profalectic
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| Back to the crib in case I smack it Bad tactic cause a gym hat caught it flat
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| Plus the ball stick wasn’t even all of that
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| Now it’s hectic I’m headin to the joint gettin injected
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| Plus the fact that I’m infected
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| So check it out, yo when you with these chicks
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| And they spread out, with skins enough to take ya head out
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| Use precaution cause some is packin’death behind the set
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| Peace to the Gods, so watch your dick
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| To each his own
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| To each his own, niggas is sown, bout to full blown
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| Brother who could never be a clone
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| Large Pro so fuck your bullshit harsh, yo
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| I’m rappin with the weapon my whole squad glow
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| Like a diamond, so don’t sham fan, I have to climb in That ass like a truck, leavin niggas as struck
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| Like lightening bold that cats flow goes right in the volt
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| In the end peace to land times ten
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| Cee-Lo the whole InI is my people
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| So sit back relax and just listen while we pull
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| The moneys and honeys fake fours did clone
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| To each his own, to each his own
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| (repeated til fade) |