| Two times for my people who react off this
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| In an act off the energy that we get whipped
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| We get with this, you can lose your mind off this
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| Feel this shit, on and on, infinite
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| Two times for my people who react off this
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| In an act off the energy that we get whipped
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| We get with this, you can lose your mind off this
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| Feel this shit, on and on, infinite
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| The taste is succulent, the mental supplements
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| That I stuff into your thoughts
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| Rushing in to add substance to the broth
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| Scientist try to break us down to comprehend the foundation
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| They race around trying to duplicate the sound
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| The advancement of these patterns are far past man’s ability to grasp
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| Jams the attention span, blast the previous conclusion
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| 'Sept pollutes when I break a track for self, or make a guest intrusion
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| Fresh for you, and fresh for suckers, fresh for all
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| When the metronome clicks, begin the Dynospectrum testable
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| Testicles is heavy, brain matter weighs a ton
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| Became accustomed to carrying weight, and waiting for better days to come
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| And if they don’t come, I’ll get up and make some
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| And if they don’t come, I’ll get up and make some
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| Got a head full of letters trying to cut and paste 'em
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| A life of endeavors, I bet I die trying to chase 'em
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| Pacing in the basement, forth and back and forth
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| Wearing out my sole on the concrete floor
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| I pet your brain power, take your focus off fetish for cocaine powder
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| Dynospec takes you by the neck from those who came south
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| Two times for my people who react off this
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| In an act off the energy that we get whipped
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| We get with this, you can lose your mind off this
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| Feel this shit, on and on, infinite
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| Two times for my people who react off this
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| In an act off the energy that we get whipped
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| We get with this, you can lose your mind off this
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| Feel this shit, on and on, infinite
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| Yo I chosen to join the fight against whack rap acts
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| Lyrical niglets, gimmicks, and little political piglets
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| Who try to talk analytical with pitiful perspectives
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| To me its ineffective, niggas wanna get physical
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| Once they’ve been rejected, realize life goes on
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| You don’t get the connection, it goes mic to song
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| Right from wrong, is what a lot of rappers made it to be
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| And lately been ruining the taste for all the real MCs
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| What I foresee is a fall for all the fabrication
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| Prepare when I give the final call we take back the nation
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| Shit’s been poisoned, a decreasing immunization
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| Showbiz brought the medicine, but ill bring you back the nation
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| It’s even got some of my boys in some terrible situations
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| I’m pacin', it be unbearable to see him as a patient
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| Playa, if your lacin', I hope you use cyanide
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| For some suicide to make it the last day you will ride
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| Through my neighborhood, on a compact disc or cassette
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| In all the latest chevy models from blazers to corvettes
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| And back to silhouettes, where open tailgates, nine-eights
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| Some out of state plates, out of town sure ain’t got their mind straight
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| Two times for my people who react off this
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| In an act off the energy that we get whipped
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| We get with this, you can lose your mind off this
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| Feel this shit, on and on, infinite
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| Two times for my people who react off this
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| In an act off the energy that we get whipped
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| We get with this, you can lose your mind off this
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| Feel this shit, on and on, infinite
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| Hey yo, I ain’t sayin' that you should lose your hope
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| But its best you realize that your crew is a joke
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| Your DJ’s heavy headed, plus his technique spins off balance
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| Not to mention the dunce has got the brain of a cabbage
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| The magnets in your monitor must be failin'
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| 'Cuase its a shame how you mix your tape down and try to sell it
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| I’m celibate, meaning I ain’t fucked up an MC
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| Since my last LP, I guess I’m living healthy
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| The doctors tell me that I’m a condemned victim from pen rippin'
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| Brain is over-flooded and limbs missin' from my glasses
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| Snoopers don’t want a meddle in my habits
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| I do you ass in when I cop verbal contractions
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| Mathematicians can’t count the amount of rhymes
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| I used to smoke a lot of weed, maybe an ounce at times
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| My crew is on the floor from your corner store to baltimore
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| All over the board brothers ready to start war
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| I’m in a coupe like a two door, nothing can touch me
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| Cause for sure you know a brother packs more than fucking dully
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| It’s only routine for me to have a mood swing so temper thy tongue my son
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| Two times for my people who react off this
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| In an act off the energy that we get whipped
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| We get with this, You can lose your mind off this
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| Feel this shit, on and on, infinite
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| Two times for my people who react off this
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| In an act off the energy that we get whipped
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| We get with this, You can lose your mind off this
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| Feel this shit, on and on, infinite
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| I’m losing my mind, I feel my mind slipping |