| We represent hip hop
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| Of what you need is top
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| And it ain’t gon' stop
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| Now we got the world on lock
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| We set, they say the best is yet to come in triple threat
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| Stay balling, quick enough to move in any direct
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| Detect what comes next man, that’s a magnet
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| You’re better off playing a one man game of roulette
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| Just get out of your seat MC, get back from the street
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| I aim for that because everything else is secondary
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| Yo bitter sweet, but it makes my whole steez complete
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| Too many raw hits and money driving them to deceit
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| My name Misfit, the neek shit as I speak
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| My raps straight to your head, like turbans to a Sheik
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| Making your future bleak, it’s not my fault you’re weak
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| It’s Fitnredi microphone tag teams we freak
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| No doubt, locking it down down
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| Built it from the ground ground
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| With the illest sound (sound), let that shit resound
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| You looking like a clown (clown), with you’re droopy frown (frown)
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| Wishing you had my crown (crown) for wrecking the underground
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| See we don’t stop, Vancity got the remedy
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| Connect with Alchemist over the track like midi
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| So now you stuck on the way we drop bombs
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| So check for more on your worldwide dot com
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| CHORUS 2
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| So you can run but you can’t hide
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| DJs cut it up in the meanwhile
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| No doubt like orientals with the essentials
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| My flow diload the mic utensil
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| Official credentials penetrate your temple
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| And can be impeached cause we presidential
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| So we do it how we want and let it be told
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| We run up in your mouth and your house and unload
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| With the steet code, deadly and accurate
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| In defense mode, yo we don’t start shit
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| I’m an intellect occupied with collecting
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| Used to be a nice guy, now feel no affection
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| Heartless artist move stealth and cautious
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| Nauseous when rhyme, strive to be flawless
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| And as the rawest cause we can’t lay the charge
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| Pimping ain’t easy, but it ain’t that hard
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| When the squad ??? |
| and on the job do the duty
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| Yodon’t get it twisted like g-string in the booty
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| 'Bout the rudy, it be the Don Red 1
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| Rock well stay finger ruby showgun
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| Global Warning eclipsing like the sun
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| Yo there’s no sense hiding, there’s no place to run
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| «Ah yeah» **scratched by Alchemist**
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| Yo styles I run, listen to the champion
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| Phenomenon, Fitnredi can done
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| Rock the podium, my mellow mics just for fun
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| The audiotorium will get blessed from the shining sun
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| Yo God, I’m stunning on the run
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| Yo it just don’t stop
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| We represent all elements relevant to hip hop
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| So your sound just flop when the Rascalz drop
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| Cause we just freaked y’all from the bottom to the top
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| «Word up» **scratched by Alchemist** |