| Fire from the flame from the depths of hell
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| When I grip the microphone I tend to rock well
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| Burning like the rays that shoot from the sun
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| The title taker back breaker, coolin to the maximum
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| I get respect with the dollars, that I collect
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| I’m livin large, in massive charge, in full effect
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| You say you’re broke without knowin, who owes ya
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| I do shows from here to Nova Scotia
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| Rippin shit up, tearin shit up, and still chilling
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| Friday night at the box I make a killing
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| The individual, soloist, from the West coast
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| And I’m advisin you suckers, don’t get close
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| I’m like steel… harder than a muh’fucker
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| You mention Loc it’s known, not just another sucker
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| Creative mind think clear with no discretion
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| Power of the brain made rap my total profession
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| Demonstratin, as eyes, are vindicated
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| You are relatin but later you said you hate it
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| Like a cobra, I strike at any time
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| And then it’s over, as soon as I bust a rhyme
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| You are silenced wonderin, «What's going on?»
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| And then I chill, until the break of dawn
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| Duellin, to maintain the West coast
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| But I’m advisin you suckers don’t get close
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| My rhyme is like Boo-Yaa but it’s not dope
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| And I’m the type of MC to make all, lose, hope
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| Never faded or close to being traded
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| Check, some of the songs that I’ve created
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| «I Got it Goin' On,» «Cheeba,» «Wild Thing,» «On Fire»
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| Got the rest of my pack to make a sucker retire
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| Standin brave, the one true soldier
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| You know it’s whack, because Mike told ya
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| And I’m pricin hard like Tyson
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| Rhyme so sweet no need for no icing
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| Strapped with the gauge and lyrics are the trigger
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| When I perform the ego’s gettin bigger and bigger
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| A crowd rocker and I’m the one you chose
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| And I’m advisin you suckers don’t get close
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| (Don't get close) I ain’t pullin no punches
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| And if you get too close you might get yo' ass
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| Knocked smooth the fuck out (don't get close)
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| I’m here the only one runnin things out of this camp
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| And ain’t nobody superior (don't get close)
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| To this brother right here — and I’m gone, y’knahmsayin? |