| One two yo yo yo
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| Yo hit the switch in December
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| I’ll be on till November
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| Bombin, disturbin the calm at civic centers
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| Make a smoothie outta rapper and his ice in my blender
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| Beyond the Fender Bender, Dilated-Swollen Members
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| Independent money makin, no time for waitin
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| Rakka stimulatin, designed for penetratin
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| Nuttin to prove, air sea and land mover
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| Crescent Heights, Cali up north to Vancouver
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| Molecular monitors censors an
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| Anaconda that harbors
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| A feeling for heat and armor and eating a snake charm
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| Capital break, wrap it in tape the cidic images
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| Stand up and when I twist the lid off of a silver cylinder
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| Crash the vehicular, makes a riveting statement
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| Prior engagement escape this electric encagement
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| Select the vegenance surraying for the four-blade tango
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| Enough voltage in my panel to constantly change the channel
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| Yo I came here to change the whole sound of art
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| And let em know it all comes down to art
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| The mission now is rip the whole town apart
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| Wit my colleagues, my teammates, my counter parts
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| Yo I came here to change the whole sound of art
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| And let em know a new cycle is bound to start
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| The mission now is rip the whole town apart
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| Wit my colleagues, my teammates, my counter parts
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| Yo, some pay no mind
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| Man, I put time in so play this
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| You live on the edge, I live on the San Andreas
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| In range of, clear and present danger
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| Can’t even trust my shadow, every day it’s lookin stranger
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| In ten years, you’ll find me on the low
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| Full-bearded, Serpico wit flows yo
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| Coolin in the cut crevice, underground tavern
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| Wit wifey and seed, still on point like a javelin
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| Madchild twists and turns like an Indian burn
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| Wit powerful jaws and character flaws
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| Rippin and tearin wit claws
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| Kill if I’m aware of the cause
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| Not to mention, knuckles white from inner tension
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| Witch doctors and war chiefs approaching
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| Fantastic adventures, a frightening fortune
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| Scorpion tail snaps, constrictor strangles
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| S+M Rocks, Dilated Works the Angles
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| Galvanize steel grate, ?I tear a? |
| quite well made
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| I trust you’re rush into an open blade of rust
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| Hands to ribbons, is in a beatbox of must
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| Crimson wordplay Prevail, the narrarator from the doorway
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| My partners in this, have gotta be clearly obvious
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| Known for superior form of smoke inhalation
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| From spoken inceneration
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| Omens of Damien reignin in present New Haven
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| Now ain’t that amazing?
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| Yo I’m inspired and wired
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| That time will be attractive
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| Not tired I’ve fired volcanoes still in ac-tive
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| (The unibomber!)
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| Causin drama or terror, it’s fabulous
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| I’ll bounce to the arting wit a backpack full of travelers
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| Checks to burn, stay warm for the brain storm
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| Cuz in my snow storm
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| I freeze if I don’t sleep below the ice for my blanket
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| Thank earth for it’s hidden treasures
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| And now I’m takin drastic measures
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| Indulge in this intrusion
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| Underworld defender |