| Yo. |
| Now is this the center of gravity? |
| Or is it the cats that be
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| Frantically pulling me down grabbing at my saddle to handle me
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| Leaving em cattle branded with logos stamped on they asses
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| When taxes are filed, I claim niggas as my property assets
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| I’ve properly asked for things, acting mannered
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| But cats haven’t granted me access to the respect or props that I’ve
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| practically gathered
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| Over the passage of time, I’ve mastered the many facets of rhyme
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| But ask Sam Jackson, the only life that’s been shafted is mine
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| I’m past trying to fit in with niggas half as aspiring
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| Tired, but I won’t ever give in… even after retirement
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| Heat! |
| You can either dry with or die with blistering flames
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| So stay tuned because I’m about to stick fists in they face
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| In a vicious display of wits, only tricks of the trade you know
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| Are the Chickens you date, that get dickens for pay
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| You’re a sickening case, think your slick in this game?
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| Then, your mic gets switched and replaced, as I toss the pin in your face as
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| you grip the grenade
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| So, you’d better deliver your kids to a place where there’s kittens and games
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| So they can abandon the quest for your missing remains
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| I’m a tsunami, you’re a typical wave, a hurricane to the drizzling rain
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| If it’s the clique that I claim, kid, it’s The Plague
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| And the Plague is the plizzle, listen to this official issue
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| QN5 is the game, Tonedeff is the ref with the whistle
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| Simple? |
| Never! |
| Bitch we’re just so clever
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| This goes out to Meddafore, who’s sorta like the world because he’ll spin
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| forever
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| Flow as sinful as a bimbo legs open, whole ass up in your hands so gentle
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| Cameras click to capture this, so I can pit your past against you
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| Any attempt on me, you’ll thoroughly abort
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| Cause you’ll catch it before it happens, like Minority Report
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| I’m sure to be recorded as one of the nastiest, most technical
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| Flashiest, spectacle, cats seen yet to flow
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| Tracks you pressed in bulk, lack in respectable
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| Craft, Just let it go, Masters shoulda' been left in your trash receptacle
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| That’s incredible! |
| We let em know! |