| Recognize black
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| He weaponized the track to a hellafied slap
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| Niggas stay jealous of the bassline fetish
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| That great minds relish, innovate style hater
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| Bird is the word for the Kurd, Al Qaida
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| A smurf for the turf, give them birth, not favours
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| (E yo, one verse from the Universe that’s burnin')
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| Got you like, «Did I make a wrong turn in?»
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| Like, the weird part of the net you find yourself in once again (AH)
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| Swear down, you didn’t mean it
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| Like a slug to the brain, swear down, you didn' t need it
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| But peep this, deep dish feast, it’s the meanest
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| Men are from Mars, women originate from Venus
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| If you believe this you’re a penis
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| The Queen is a human being, not a lizard
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| (Illuminati ain’t real) Neither is Father Christmas
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| What is this? |
| People need to mind their own business
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| Curiosity killed the cat, no witnesses
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| (Call the cops) So now you’re all dead?
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| Fuck it! |
| Might as well call Dredd!
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| Klaatu Barada Nikto (x4)
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| Hmmm
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| Well ain’t that a doosie?
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| Ain’t that a way back? |
| Take that groupie!
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| They might as well feed ‘em, but the lions wanna eat ‘im
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| And admiring the heathing got them hiring a demon
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| No shit, the bro’s spit’s coded
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| The flow’s sick, even when Old Nick’s loaded
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| Dope scripts, the dome’s exploded
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| Since'06, nigga had «Oh bitch «moments
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| Now I’m back, fresh power pack black
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| Working my last nerve, best sour patch that
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| Mr. Sinister, three headed archer
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| Glow in the dark Tony Stark Bleeding Edge armour
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| Black Beta Ray Bill
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| Niggas still chugging on the Haterade still
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| Slaughter MCs like a take-away meal
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| Then evacuate the guts and pape them to Sheffields
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| The reptilian gold dust flux pavilion
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| Ducking a pillion, swag f*cking a million
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| The countdown’s final for the rival
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| Look behind you! |
| Milford 5−1-9−2
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| (AH!)
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| Klaatu Barada Nikto (x4) |