| The rhythm just sways, and like a sorceress I slays
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| foes, and ri-vals, who wanna come
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| this way, they, better pay attention
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| or a penchant not to mention suspension
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| from the microphone, plus the tension
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| Trey-eight oh’s will vacate those
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| if there’s drama with my henchmen
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| So lamp to my man Mussolini
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| Go get your whole staff, call the calf
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| cause half-and-half's couldn’t cream me The lyrics make your head knock
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| Malik B and BlackThought, the dreadlock
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| Mannn, transss-gressin
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| you’ll catch lead I, crushin
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| poundin on the drums like King Kong
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| We can ring your bellll, ding-dong!
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| I styles with my vocab-ulary
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| The Roots the one to call your ultra adversary
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| Now you’re all desert cause I’ma serv ya like a tray
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| to meet your doom Malik’s the boom so you get swept away
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| MC’s who slept for days, must be swept away (4X)
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| Yo, hello everybody do I need introduct'
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| I be the mic mercenary very un. |
| clear
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| to your ear the exquisite pattern that you hear
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| It’s known to be Black Butta Baby
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| Crazy cardiac my attack on any fat rhythm
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| that I capture kid I snatch the mic from tykes
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| while I proceed. |
| and continue. |
| to tend to business, cause this is, how I do
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| I’m insane, and go against the grain like freight
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| Never on no nigga dick, cause I’m just too hip
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| Plus I rest where niggaz pack and never act
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| other than ill, shit is real in Phy-double
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| So if you want trouble let’s stomp
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| My mission is to flip on comp
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| You might aspire to be flyer than I, you must pay
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| your dues while I bruise niggaz new for the day
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| shall be swept away
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| MC’s who slept for days, must be swept away (3X)
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| MC’s who slept for days, must be… I’m on a mission
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| …: There’s somethin goin on :… (refrain repeats) |