| As the rhyme design
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| Finds it’s way into your mind
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| I’ll recline while you soak up the next line
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| Lyrical son, loaded gun
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| Knocking out teeth
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| You got beef, come and get some
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| Static, you gotta have it You got nothing in the attic
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| My rhyme is like an Uzi on automatic
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| Power lord
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| Voice cuts like a sword
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| Black Knight, ruler of the hoard
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| Crowd roars
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| As I take my place
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| Attitude rude dude like scarface
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| Pose stiff as a lizard
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| Rides so cool
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| What is it a blizzard
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| Live in action blown like a cyclone
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| Full grown lyrical AI Capone
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| Spraying rhyme machine gun
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| Mother’s only son with suckers on the run
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| Winner going on, Durron is strong
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| Beat the opposition down
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| Like a ball in ping pong
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| Rookie yo, yo, no I’m not that
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| I was playing the back
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| And being held back long
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| I knew it’s wrong
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| Now crushing sucker
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| Ducks like King Kong
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| I am on a roll
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| On and on Blew up on the scene
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| Like a time bomb
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| Rhyme psycho
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| I go on a solo, name’s Turbo
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| Watch my status grow
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| Bloom, SNAP consume
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| Fell to his doom, fresh kid
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| Rockin' with flavor chocolate
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| Check out how I rock it Stand alone, alone I stand
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| Burn like napalm
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| At the mic stand |