| Well a who them a follow
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| Smokealot — the vibesbringer no dead ringer
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| The trigger finger, got bombs in the grapevine
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| Connected to tech nines
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| It’s H the lyrical weapon
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| Wanna clash me — let’s get steppin
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| Your girls' panties, I will be wetting
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| Last night’s events she won’t be forgetting
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| Anticipating to tear through your spine
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| Anticipating taking your time
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| When you’re weak, they’re telling you you are strong
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| When you’re right, they’re telling you you are wrong
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| Well a who them a follow
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| The mic fiend — kind 'a surprise into your eyes
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| No disguise, beatin' with time, switch sick, spit bricks
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| I’m blockin ya lines
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| No diggedy — deeper than most
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| Trust me crew I got reason to boast
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| If you want war, then bring it
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| 'coz there’s no doubt, I’ll easily win it
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| I bring quick brawls, fast trouble
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| For every line you buss, I blast double
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| When you’re weak, they’re telling you you are strong
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| When you’re right, they’re telling you you are wrong |