| Check, one, two
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| Take care to get what you like
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| Or you will be forced to like what you get!
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| Right
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| I flick the switch
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| Two thousand volts of lyrical tricks, yeah
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| Discharge hard like lightning quick
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| And hear the tick, you got it
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| But before you hear the tock
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| There’s a new flex I drop
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| From my frontal lobe
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| 'Til the microphone explodes
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| Love to rock bottom beats for the flicks
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| To hibernate and syncopate but I’m still in the mix
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| Come on
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| Rock bottom, yeah
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| Rock bottom
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| Come on
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| I’m gonna blow up big
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| While you’re still on the bottom of the charts like a twig, yeah
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| It’s lonely on the top, the champ is here
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| For the lyrics I drop
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| I pump kinetics, unintential malice
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| Wanna battle one of us is ending up in God’s palace
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| Back off deadly like black coffee
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| Long as I got lungs and a knot you can’t stop me
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| Rock bottom, yeah
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| Join the jams!
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| Come on, yeah
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| Back on the track
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| Nice and loud!
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| I’m ice
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| The man that kicks-in-the-door
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| My mouth is gonna gun you down
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| I’ve never needed pistols before
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| You better stick to the floor
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| Rock bottom
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| Rock bottom
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| Join the jams!
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| Right! |