| Yo, Philly, here to bring trouble
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| Yo, Life, here to bring trouble
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| Here to bring trouble, who do you see?
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| (Si Philly)
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| I be the interactual, factual verbal supernatural
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| Thinking be lateral because my mind be immatchable
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| Never been catchable I’m causing ---
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| Lyrical flow spitting purer then Perrier water when I slaughter
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| Leave you decapitated from the shit that I created
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| Leaving your battle scene obliterated
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| Niggas be devastated by my verbal masochism
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| Attacking them like a laser-guided missile bringing their dismissal
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| The rhyme cluster like a funker buster blasting up Israel
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| A twenty point climb up on the richter scale
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| Smoke joints while I manipulate pressure points
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| Fracture a rapper and here the crack of bone disjoints
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| Force more thought techniques when Philly speaks
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| Fully tweaks when I’m spitting my verbal figure of speech
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| And I reach, the parts that other rappers couldn’t manage
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| My lyrical lethal weapon be giving your body damage
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| Yo philly, Verbal fight and drop bombs
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| Yo, Life, Verbal fight and drop bombs
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| Yo philly, Verbal fight and drop bombs
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| Yo, Life, Verbal fight and drop bombs
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| (Life)
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| Yo I bounce over beats like jeeps do over gravel stones
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| Use wack Mcs as stepping stones to get to microphones
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| Smoke herb in Rizla cones and when I get stoned
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| My rhymes start spinning like a typhoon, hurricane, cyclone
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| My style is Fort Knox and got more 'locks than a Rasta
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| And Hiyahiyahoo I be the rap kung-fu master
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| I’m British like airways, so step like stairways
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| Cos I’m busting more skill than Tiger Woods on the fairways
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| With a queue of rap fools who need to go back to rap school
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| With their two many rhymes cos I got lyrics by the sackfull
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| Lyrically smash you and grab you and stab you
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| Try to take your liberty with me on the mic like a statue
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| I flex like the funkmaster rock like the raider
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| My lyrics swears like tounnge strong and cut like the creator
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| Smooth like CL I ain’t no gangster I’m a guru
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| Kool like Keith when I drop the pronouns the verbs and the plurals
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| Make more grams than Puba ---
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| Smoke more herb than Canibus trust that’s when I’m a Redman
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| Mos Def and the li Flow in any Company
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| Heavy like D fat like Joe make you Run like DMC
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| I be the master like P, of any ceremony
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| Have a Wu-Tang brother saying Life, U-God not me
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| Bruck up your Ras like Clarts with more effects than Darts
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| My style is bigger than Ainsley, Foxy Nature and Nas
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| Life will astonish ya
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| Bigger than Daddy Kane and the punisher
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| More Method than any Man and out to make many grams
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| Yo philly, Verbal fight and drop bombs
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| Yo, Life, Verbal fight and drop bombs
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| Yo philly, Verbal fight and drop bombs
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| Yo, Life, Verbal fight and drop bombs
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| Your… Technique… Is … Magnificent… |