| What’s next?
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| These chicken neck MCs get me vexed
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| My rhymes be blowin’up chat rooms all over the internet
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| And causin’collisions on the highway of information
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| And then I head back to my prior engagement
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| In the nation of Brooklyn
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| Land of Trinis, Haitians, Jamaicans and Bejans
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| It’s amazin’how lickin’shots is the proper representation
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| Soon they gonna need wack MC reservations
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| Cause I endanger the motherfuckers, they needin’preservation
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| Carry 'em home on the top of a truck like a trophy
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| Niggas still sleepin’like I’m Jay Z in the video for Hawaiian Sophie
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| It’s cool I stay low key, keep a low pro
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| Come out crushin’shit just for fun like Co Flow
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| Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo here we go Ridin’on the sound waves out your stereo
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| In the procession to your burial
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| Callin’Hi Tek little Leon the professional
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| I got the special flow listenin’to estero
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| Puffin’vegetables and now I’m red to go The illest rhyme animal like Chuck
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| Burn leech niggas like salt when i lay in the cut
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| Think you about to blow when you continue to suck
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| The shit I’ve been through
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| Make me run up in your venue like What!
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| I snatch the mic and ask the crowd what are y’all waitin’for?
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| They say nothin’but that fat shit
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| I got you, say no more i laid the law and all them
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| Crab rappers played the floor I called them out
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| A couple of them steeped up and I ate 'em raw
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| Some more wack niggas tried to spray the door but had no aim
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| Later for them corn balls
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| On the way out smacked them in they face with a methaphor
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| For better or for worse you better call the nurse
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| Before I send a cleaner and he get to your hospital room first
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| What you wanna do? |
| I’m runnin’through your front line
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| Your whole plan is catcha tan in my sunshine
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| One time 'cause it’s some kinda wonderful
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| Don’t stand there lookin’stupid, what you wanna do?
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| I’ll take your style and embarras it with
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| Words beautifully written like Arabic
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| Got niggas on the run 'cause the fire like chariot
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| Introduce pen skills to ill deliveries and married it Put it in your face like big gats and carried it like Harriet
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| Various crews tried to bury us But we shut 'em down like Sagiterious with
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| That wack shit money you can’t be serious
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| You niggas is hilarious actresses
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| Runnin around the club pissy like ghetto matresses
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| That’s why I smack these kids back to reality
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| And how it be in actuality
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| With ready to battle MCs who skip the fuckin’formailties
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| We spark it in any club or meat market
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| Sweet artists don’t come on the block they become street targets
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| If you want it I got it, come get it I’m with it Your career will be shorter than a midget
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| And the world will know who did it I smack up these ho ass MCs like a gorilla pimp
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| You comin’out the box like a gimp, money you still a wimp
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| My shit blow out filaments and light fixtures
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| With the right mixture of words used as colors
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| To paint the right picture
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| Graphic masterpieces your whole shit is smashed to pieces
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| Make you look at your man who rhyme and be like, you not nasty like he is Believe this when you see this, and don’t fuck with
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| Me either, 'cuz you’ll be down where my feet is Curled up in the fetus
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| Cryin’from the kicks, watch when I flip
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| People gonna be buyin’my shit like fiends dyin’for a hit, so… |