| My locomotive railroaded
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| They training on track
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| I go half on babies, snatch my 50 Cent back
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| Deep breath
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| If I sounded like you, I’d speak less
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| Give up rapping and start making beats at recess
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| My hi step go wreck shit on reflex
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| Imagine Greg Louganis scared of getting his feet wet
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| They small caliber
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| I’m complex like Japanese algebra
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| X times Y equals a thousand of ya
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| Catch me in Air Force 1's, attacking rappers like Air Force One
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| Till you’re forced to win, the air is none
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| Forth quarter, fourth and one
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| King of all kings, blown into kingdom come
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| Sy hiding with Bin Laden, holding the misbegotten
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| America hostage, bomb it and remain in Scotland
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| Yeah, all the b-boy's
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| Move it, I prove it
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| It’s dangerous for you to get influence by your music
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| Make room
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| Everybody, Def Squad’s on the bill
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| Move room
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| It’s an emergency alarm the world
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| Make room
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| Rock the show tell them fools at the do'
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| Make room
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| We the one’s that the people came fo' |