| Inside this hip hop beat I got a world class rhyme
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| And it you’re hearin' what I’m feelin' then it must be a sign
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| If it didn’t work out, have to move along
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| Ou can’t avoid I hear ya playin' this song
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| As we draw the ear near, stir some shit up In thru the back, make way to the front
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| Just like we said when it all ends
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| You’re mesmerized by these highs I hit you with
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| And rock the show 'cause it’s critical
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| Rock it live and direct, on tha mic I’m fuckin' it up But the job ain’t done 'till everyone in the house turns this muthafucka out
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| To this freestyle I’m takin' you through each trial
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| I elevate the system it starts while
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| I exceed to take you down with the fly tech ultrasound
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| And it don’t stop
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| Another day another bit it just don’t quit
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| Catch the time off with a lick and a spit
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| Of this microphone I etch the skit
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| In the zone we roam
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| I check the list, I got the riff, tha kit, the low-low clicks
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| The rhyme align of a lyricist
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| If ya don’t hear it, I must admit
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| Ya must be goin deaf if ya can’t fuckin' bounce to this
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| Freestyle I’m takin' you thru each trial I elevate the system it starts while
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| I exceed to take you down with the fly tech ultrasound
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| And rock the show 'cause it’s critical
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| Rock it live and direct, on tha mic I’m fuckin' it up But the job ain’t done 'till everyone in the house turns this muthafucka out
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| 'Cause it wont stop
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| Comin' out on top prolong tha pain
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| With the first dose of the ill phase
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| I break each take from first to last
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| Ears go deaf to the stereo blast
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| Keep up tha hype let the suckas drop
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| With the rock rhythm and rhyme feel the madness
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| So ya think you’re ready for the rhymes
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| I’ve dropped off you’re caught in this shit hang on
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| 'Cause it don’t stop
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| You’re alive
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| The sound-set
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| In my rhymes
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| You take my insides
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| You turn 'em out |