| I know how it feels to go from an alto
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| To outcast like a dude out in some southpole
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| I smile like al roker as I lounge in my alcove
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| Sonny, I will crush your horsepower to alpo
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| Far as the q and a, skip it for the interviews
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| This is not the interim or filler for the interludes
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| Or outros, it’s a household remedy
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| For anything you sweating or been living through
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| I’m kinda skinny
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| But I’m still broad shouldered enough
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| For me to throw your broad over and fuck
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| I should crossover?
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| Please, homie, cross over to what?
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| That’s a nice way of telling me to openly suck
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| But I’m tired of the same set of gimmicks
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| And how you motherfuckers all sound alike
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| Y’all reminding me of game 7 tickets
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| If you play the big wig, then you gonna get scalped tonight
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| See it’s about time that you learn what you’ve been missing
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| With them screwface drums that be murdering your system
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| Ill, how ill? |
| It’s a terminal condition
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| We the most raw from the borough to the mitten
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| Back on the scene, Black hammer, white lightning
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| All you’ll see is black hammers white light, then
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| You’ll be laying with your feet up
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| At the pearly gates, chillin with Saint Peter
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| Yeah I’m a beast bro, but where is Joey Greco?
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| A lot of these rappers out here are cheaters
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| They getting over on the game
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| The in-crowd is here now it’s over for you lames
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| Bad cop, worse cop patrolling the lanes
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| Cut from a different cloth, we are not the same
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| See I’m concerned bout the chips, Poncho
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| SK’s a great white shooter call him Hondo
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| Mutilate your girl’s thirst like Brawndo
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| And we’re both bender, we’re not from Toronto
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| Pay what you owe pronto
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| Cause you don’t want to see us rush in for that money, Alonzo |