| I play the low end, you never know, you probably never heard of me
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| My hands’ll never shake, it’s steady hand surgery
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| Already banished as courtesy
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| DMC didn’t need it then I’ll be MC
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| E-V proceeded by the B-A-B-U
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| A-L-C and no mothafuckin' take two
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| Mistakes do happen and I ain’t afraid to keep 'em either
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| Add 'em with a little pain and leave 'em with the smell of reefer
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| A padded room with the cell receiver
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| Odd thoughts from a rhyme that you could tell is even
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| I ain’t tell 'em either, I did tell 'em listen
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| Didn’t tell 'em givens, but did sell the seeders
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| I say it like I seen repeaters
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| I seen 'em come and go selling out theaters
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| Too back, peddling back they caught me dealing
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| Better sell it in scraps and never seen a ceiling
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| Sell a feeling for derivative exposure
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| I’m a think tank and driven like a No Limit soldier
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| There is no gimmick to this closure
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| Just a image with a fork ridden over
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| Just a vision of the finish line
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| Energy ascends, that is cinema within a sign
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| Rap sitting on the bench like it’s dinner time
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| Major events, I’m getting mine |