| Yup! |
| A.O.T.P., JuJu Mob
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| Reef the Lost Cauze
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| Snowgoons, another classic
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| This for all you hatin'-ass bastards
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| This what I tell 'em nowadays
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| Yo, yo!
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| From the city of Godless, Philly the hardest
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| It don’t matter what I say they wanna kill me regardless
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| They say I’m a MC, but really an artist
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| Simply DaVinci, peep your pain and draw it
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| But I’m not animated like a cartoon
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| I’m posessed, word, spear your flesh like harpoon
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| All you are now in tune to the illest MC’s
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| Try to mimic, but don’t sound as cool
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| How can you dupe a dummy? |
| Astound a fool
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| Spit so much, you will drown in drool
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| You’re a bunch of clowns and coons that’ll get found in dunes
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| A plastic hammer; |
| basically a childish tool
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| You wild as who? |
| I’ll defile your crew
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| You must be trippin' like a thousand 'shrooms, I’m the truth
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| You’re the lie in the flesh, I put tires to neck
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| They describe you as sex, I’m as live as it gets
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| Pussy, stop gettin' your words tangled
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| Fuck around and just get your whole earth mangled
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| You be the first strangled
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| I come to your show, beat you down and then kill it at your merch table
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| You can hate all you want — you will never beat it
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| You can fake all you want — you will never be it
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| You can wait all you want — you will never see it
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| You talk a lot of shit, but you ain’t never mean it
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| You starvin' out here, dog — you are never eatin'
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| I’m walkin' out here, dog — we ain’t never leavin'
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| You hold a gun and get chunked — you will never squeeze it
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| I had a gun all my life and I ain’t never need it
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| I walk a strip that’s narrow with a clique of pharoahs
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| Splits fifths and barrels in sick apparel
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| Kids is scarecrows
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| I roll with Snowgoons and they don’t sing Christmas carols
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| No Frosty or Rudolph, you awfully and too soft
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| You fuckin' suck, you lost me at two bars
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| All I got in this world; |
| a word and two balls
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| I’m in the wilderness spittin' moose calls
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| I am vermouth raw, you’re a goofball
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| That’s why no one knows who the fuck you are
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| I don’t own a new car, I’m too far ahead of the traffic
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| I’m beheadin' you bastards
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| With the most majestic of magic
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| Well, not really, but you are gettin' your ass kicked
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| I spit battle raps to no one in particular
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| Just to do it and to remind MC’s that I’m ill as fuck
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| The killer cuz with a killer buzz
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| I’m high, plus on the streets I got a killer buzz
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| Copped your CD, I feel you cuz
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| It’s feeler music
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| Now I know what they mean by filler, what?
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| You can hate all you want — you will never beat it
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| You can fake all you want — you will never be it
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| You can wait all you want — you will never see it
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| You talk a lot of shit, but you ain’t never mean it
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| You starvin' out here, dog — you are never eatin'
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| I’m walkin' out here, dog — we ain’t never leavin'
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| You hold a gun and get chunked — you will never squeeze it
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| I had a gun all my life and I ain’t never need it
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| Never, never, no, never, never, never
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| Snowgoons, Reef the Lost Cauze
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| We got another one
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| This need to be the fuckin' lead-off single and shit with the video
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| For real, cause ain’t any-you know what I’m sayin'?
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| Ain’t nobody fuckin with this man, you know that
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| Hahah, I’m just playin'
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| Well, not really, but I’m just playin'.
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| I’m out! |