| Mr. e is a top prospect, mic checks get rep, east-west connect
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| Come a little tighter, pull the all-nighter… --the high and the mighty--
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| Taste this delicious, mystic malicious
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| Ridiculousness, I tease like my snippets
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| I strip this down to the core and explore
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| Many more want what I have in store
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| For you, in this era, this mics still a terror
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| My scripts consist of printed parchness
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| I gave the apple to eve and she ate it Built the pyramids and the sphinx, and now you fuckin hate it Co-create the reborn, keep this mic torn
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| My defense is tight like jason sehorn
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| On these corn on the cobs, lop for pop, now they popcorn
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| Plus I got a bucket of em, so stick it to em
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| Bring ruckus to em, slip the ducats to em Still they gettin ruined when I bring my touch to em Cant feel my shit no matter what I say
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| Though they ass out at fappys on the bagel buffet, with no delay
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| Evidence is a top prospect, mic checks get rep, east-west connect
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| Where the light intense, dope rhymes dispense… --here go the evidence--
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| --you now tuned into evidence!--
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| For more than funs and guns, Im stressed on gettin sex
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| Yo I take it as it comes, on most occasions
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| I like my heart, chimes, and organ
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| But this is for your heartbeats twelve in the morning
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| Never tense, I rock the flossy, fly shit from tchaikovsky
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| Dont drink so I get bent when I sip bacardi
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| Spark this party, no question
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| Never caught wearin guess, and
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| Seldom lose when I got my chips on the table
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| Go against the oz, and face the wizard
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| So play that evil shit then come short, get the blizzard
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| Why is it you be buildin worlds thats fake and useless?
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| Heads pretend they hard, yo their favorite movies lukas
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| Now you focused like? |
| caught locusts
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| This styles covered like rakims, I aint no joke, this
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| Flow is out of control like rap in fact
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| Man I told em in the front, in the middle, in the back, its like that
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| Defari is a top prospect, mic checks get rep, east-west connect
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| Give em all high-fives, you dont qualify «here comes the city brother"--
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| Defari
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| --defari--
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| Yo, pass that gallon Im hear to score again like marcus allen
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| From l.a. |
| this mc stallion
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| Only a few I know got the bomb chronic like ev Yo, fuck the nonsense, our likwid eastern conference
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| And now we do it coast to coast like the liks --the magnificent--
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| Defari, eon, and evidence
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| The present tense is dope rhymes to the infinite power
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| Wack mcs fight in the yard, I kill the God that towers
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| And shoot at will shoot to kill with lyrical skills
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| Like the beatnuts, pop the trunk and watch this bitches head for the hills
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| But in my trunk theres straight bumps like that
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| And just a licensed nba spalding notebook, that looks phat
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| With phat rhymes and theres pages and pages
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| This shits outrageous, independence connect, drop this? |
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| For wages, blow both indoor and outdoor stages
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| All ages feel they root like the flute, this gets contagious
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| We are three top prospects, mic checks get rep, east-west connect
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| Come to the team with tight defense, defari, eon, and evidence |