| What, you don’t want it, niggas liver than Teen Summit
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| The Wild Pitch, America’s Most drunk and blunted
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| Stick to fishes, black widows kick this vicious
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| Hot shit bitch, wild pitch
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| I’m the, funkalistic, rapper choke an instant
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| Got mixed wit, Malibu rums and Mistic
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| I’m a whole lot on it, yea just a smidget
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| Just cuz I live by the beach like? |
| Gidget?
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| You must think I’m small time like that biz midget
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| Add three piece smart mouth like bitches
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| And you got me, Jah Killa jet ski ills
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| Take me to the edge like poppin pills
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| Straight up, no chase, hold up unless I’m bein followed
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| Never swallow anything unless it’s from a bottle
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| And that’s the whole truth, and nothin but the truth so help me God
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| By the powers invested upon my 5 Footaz squad
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| You ain’t ready, oh cuz you dress like psychadelli
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| You the GMC like Chevy, I put a levy on yo cash flow
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| Just a little something to let yo ass know
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| Who to give 2 kind to when you pass go
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| You dealin wit alumni criteria
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| The one’s that throwin Wild Pitches in ya area
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| Strikin you out, sending you back to the dugout
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| We goin up to your microphone’s pullin the plug out
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| Superior, alumni criteria, we the MCs that you make you feel inferior
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| Throwin Wild Pitches, fuckin your riches and your bitches
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| Rassassination, Jah Skillz, and Xzibit
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| I ejaculate on blind justice with the jury’s se quested
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| And escape, run in a nigga’s face like Hannibal Lector
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| The aqua-mati, my pen is penitentiary
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| Potentially plain paid for protocol pacific pro perfect cap peeler
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| Performing skull circumcision, when I position the prism
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| Promiscuous with other people’s pussy, protest with the playa like Big Pun
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| Poisonous poet, I master «P» like «Uh»
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| Skillz? |
| cotted? |
| enabled
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| Herb, you just an ingrown hair in a world of tweezers
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| We can dance before I crack MC’s like Gator on Jungle Fever
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| Got them speakin in number like SoundScan
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| Severed the ears off your soundman, black Israelite
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| Like four-hundred and forty-four thousand
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| Niggas talk like dog, we’ll walk like cat
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| I’m Ozzy Osbourne bitin the head off of rats
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| When they started bustin, fuck the Russian
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| We playin West Indian Roulette, ?some of mine? |
| blind get wet
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| From New Jack to Vet I can modem
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| Comes off like three adam’s apples in the inner scrotum
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| My rhyme ?, clearin my sinus, bitch slime on your Iceberg
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| And let the virus cross appliance
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| Give birth to earth to planet, we harder than granite
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| And concrete, man made could never compete, complete down to the core
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| Weighing in tons, hotter than lava, God, Yaweh, Jahovah, Allah heavenly Father
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| Nuns to bank robbers, wealth beyond the dollar
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| Here to school the scholar, make new born babies
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| No live for no bitch or lady, they try to play me
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| We flowin like the Mississsippi to the River Euphrates
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| One-hundred and eighty times two, one complete rotation
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| Fit any situation for a small donation, live on location
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| Third planet from the sun
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| Travel 24 hours you spend a lifetime to run
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| Witness the slave shot he bolted to a gat and a gun
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| ]From Hitler, Musolini, to Attila the Hun
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| Imagine existence wit no fear, tears never shed here
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| One day for me could last a thousand years
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| The first element baby, one two… |