| Let’s get a bit acquainted
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| Hey, it’s t-o-n-e-d-e-double-the-eff, with the famous flow
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| Known to be flipping syllables even when the pace is slow
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| Gracious, No! |
| Save your soul, guess who is coming to take this throne
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| Break this whole motherfuckin' game down, and reclaim crowns
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| Cause I’m sick of layin' down
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| watching these companies reign now
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| When it’s obvious something is playin' out
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| on the stage while you’re unconscious they shoving to gain ground
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| And sedate crowds with the same sound
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| they’ve been layin up into your brain loud
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| Enough to take any rational thought
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| and leave your brain clouded to rap as just pop
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| Isn’t it insane how — niggas be keeping their face frowned
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| perpetrating their need to erase clowns
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| they remain proud, till the minute you see them in lace gowns
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| All the sudden, they flee to escape town
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| they’re ashamed cause they got busted
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| Just because of that, and not really
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| because they regret what they’ve done, is disgusting
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| This discussion’s meant to function as a general centerpiece
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| sent at these enemies bent on resenting me
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| better be set if we enter the end of peace
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| Settling isn’t an option no more
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| We gon' box in this war
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| you’ll be hearing them bells before we knock on your door
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| Buckle Up! |
| Brace Yourself! |
| Knuckle Up! |
| Take No L’s
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| Dust to Dust! |
| Say Farewell! |
| Don’t fuck with us! |
| Save Yourself!
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| Buckle Up! |
| Tight! |
| We’re gonna tussle! |
| We gonna Fight!
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| Until you never touch another mic! |
| Or it’s your life, Then — Case Closed.
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| This is the way, we ever gonna see that it stops
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| And if not, you might as well give up on hip-hop
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| Cause this is the case, in this day and age
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| We gotta kick in your face if you’re just in for fame
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| Now that you been initiated up into this movement
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| Get at your favorite idiot who’s spits
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| Hit him a little bit with your 2 fists
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| Kick in his grill until he is toothless
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| Give him a min to get up and cue this
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| Single out eve-ry limb that’s wounded
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| Whip him again with a heavy pool stick
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| dig on his bitch, and then beg he do shit
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| Ruthless roots of abuse set loose for execution
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| Of any groups that get us confused
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| with petty fools who’ll let you crew win
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| Check the movements
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| fluent as I ever was, I said it! |
| Because-
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| You would never think that a nigga that never drink
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| would ever step it up to get a better buzz
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| On the regular — the odds you’ve leapt ahead of us
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| are prolly less, than Oedipus hating his mother
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| Or Disney hiring sexual predators
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| Senators getting elected a 3rd consecutive term
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| A nurse who doesn’t do enemas
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| Permanent henna
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| a surfer that catches more waves then your current antennae does
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| Sure, I make it look effortless
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| with every sentence that tends to be cleverly
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| Penned,. |
| More wreckless then Session ingesting hennesey blends
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| More treacherous than even being the Kennedy — Men
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| And for any requesting the identity of the technically Best MC?
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| Guess, but, Yep — it’s Me.
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| Step to see
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| the a new strain of the plague
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| raised to abuse breaks
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| Unphased of what you say
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| cause I dead lines, all without a due date
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| I’m the new age. |
| New school. |
| New page. |
| New rules.
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| Any attempt to try to pull away is just a doomed fate for a few fools
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| QN5, represent the true scene, so we’re guaranteed one of two things
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| Either we’re showered with praise
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| or we’re simply hated by every review team
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| What I’ve stated was meant to reduce kings into paupers
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| and to seduce queens to get topless
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| And to revolutionize everything you think hip-hop is.
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| Buckle Up! |
| Brace Yourself! |
| Knuckle Up! |
| Take No L’s
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| Dust to Dust! |
| Say Farewell! |
| (Your) Numbers Up! |
| Save Yourself!
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| Buckle Up! |
| Tight! |
| We’re gonna tussle! |
| We’re gonna Fight!
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| Until you never touch another mic! |
| Or it’s your life, Then — Case Closed!
|
| Buckle Up! |
| Brace Yourself! |
| Knuckle Up! |
| Take No L’s
|
| Dust to Dust! |
| Say Farewell! |
| Don’t fuck with us! |
| Save Yourself!
|
| Buckle Up! |
| Tight! |
| We’re gonna tussle! |
| We gonna Fight!
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| Until you never touch another mic! |
| Or it’s your life, Then — Case Closed.
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| This is the way, we ever gonna see that it stops
|
| And if not, you might as well give up on hip-hop
|
| Cause this is the case, in this day and age
|
| We gotta kick in your face if you’re just in for fame
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| This is the way, we ever gonna see that it stops
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| And if not, you might as well give up on hip-hop
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| Cause this is the case, in this day and age
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| We gotta kick in your face if you’re just in for fame |