| Ey, listen…
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| If ya attitude pissy and ya gratitude iffy
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| Instead of rappin' too bitchy I would rather you diss me
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| You for play frontin' man you won’t say nothin'
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| Look real gay or somethin' while you pushin' A’s buttons
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| Someone shoulda told you, if you was the man
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| Then why you talkin' like a ho dude your mama need to hold you
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| I’ll drop you with these vocals, yeah your papa need to scold you
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| I’ll properly approach you and drama we can go through…
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| My mic handled like Kanobi gamble like Ginobili
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| The average night for 'sto D man I’ll shine with trophies
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| You pantominin' and I’m linin' up your whole team
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| Lookin' like some dope fiends signin' up for codeine
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| Cocaine amphetamine qualude and anesthetic
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| Suicide in a letter contrived and synthetic
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| Nice with the rose plyers cold killer fo' hire
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| Go til your ho’s wired chinchilla’s on fire…
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| When we say high what? |
| It’s natural baby…
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| Lethal… slowly gettin' in there gettin' through to you
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| What this hip hop thang is about
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| You’re listenin' to the sounds incredible S.O.M
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| Smooth. |
| put your antennae up…
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| So honor how the Souls do we bombin' on your whole crew
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| Insomniacs we don’t snooze we dominate your Pro-Tools
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| Your broad be takin' photos with no clothes
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| For Ope only infatuated fascinated hold up — wait up
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| That’s the natural vapor most doze
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| I activate the master mega ruckus when I blow holes
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| Through the Hollywood choke hold the plastic backwards
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| Manufactured no soul I won’t go it’s diabolic
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| Call it what you want…
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| Is it a gift… is it a myth…
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| Well if you don’t know…
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| We’ll be glad to clue you in…
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| Right about now…
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| Niggas know I’m official definitive rhyme inventor
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| I hit or supply the listener with vivid and vibrant visions
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| Givin' you guys the business is pimpin' in my dimension
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| You livin' in our dominion so give up that homage bitches
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| We masters at this mashin' who mastermind classics
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| Get past the rhyme basics 'fore you clash with my massive
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| With them asinine tactics tattered line patterns
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| Get splattered when I spat it, I let you maggots have it
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| Choose another angle…
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| Fuck around and knock the kangaroo up off your kangol
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| You fruity like a mango (fruity like a mango?)
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| Your crew be like a rainbow
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| You and me not the same bro see I be where you can’t go…
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| I’m in the Winnebago twist the shit today go
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| Then rock the show get all the dough you probably can’t relate though
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| Marijuana chain smoke wrangle mic’s with Domino
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| We owners of the label your ho do me fellatio…
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| Man it’s like that playa?
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| You better watch your baby… and that’s no maybe
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| My homies have been sent by Hiero HQ to show y’all
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| Just how we bring it. |
| straight from the trainin' barracks
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| Upon further investigation…
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| We found this conclusive evidence
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| I turn pomegranite grenadine genitals for Genevive
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| Tennessee to Philippines grill her with the guillotine
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| Ink jet to think tank data link to beat break
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| Catalyst ability killer on a killin' spree
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| See Hiero drop a tune at times most opportune
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| No minds are stoppin' through to fire one off at you
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| Them live dum dub rounds to rile them up now
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| Live as fuck make sure the vibe don’t come down…
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| Oh what might go down, must come up…
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| The fantastic four, the airborne rangers
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| No strangers to the arts of mic manipulation
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| And uncoverin' funky situations wherever they may be
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| You know where I stand on solid land
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| This is D-E-L bringin' it to you deluxe with Prince Paul
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| And the Souls of Mischief…
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| I said and the Souls of Mischief |