| Remember back in the time when it was all about the simplest rhymes
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| Way before Malique be kickin' the the wickedest flows and ticklish lines
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| But hey it’s a little bit changed now, it’s getting more strange now
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| I’m feelin' the pain and sick of the dirty games and sick of the flirty dames
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| now
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| I’m sick of them kekos who kickin' their simile so similar to the mista
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| I’m sick of them people that takin' advantage now is you diggin' the picture
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| Slick with the raps I’m bringing, I’m killin' any cats in Sing Sing
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| Your cat wanna battle me? |
| Bring him in the ring ring
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| And see this killa be sting him
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| (Reefa)
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| Wanna battle me dribblin'
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| Gonna be laughin' at you like you be ticklin'
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| While I be goin' fast u be tricklin'
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| Doze off like a dose of penicillin
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| And even though you be figurin wit the flow you deliverin'
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| In a bose speaker bein' in
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| For this ear to be listenin'
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| Keep your head up for a dissin', I’m good like finger lickin'
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| Wanna test the best and get yourself in a mess
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| While you kickin' a dress
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| I’ll be up in the press
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| Never settle for less
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| While you feelin', depressed with a stick in your chest
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| So bring it on, and lay it down
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| And now you know I get around
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| And while you kickin' it
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| I’ll be the fella in the back puffin' under breath lickin' it
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| (Mizz Nina)
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| Get ready for the attack cos look who’s back
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| Mizz Nina comin' through with the crew and Too Phat
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| Have you ever seen a hot b-girl emcee
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| I bust rhymes with mad style
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| Positions, baby freeze
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| So please acknowledge the fact that I’m the equal in this hip hop sequel
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| Don’t be judgin' on my physicals
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| I swallow you and your crew like small raisins
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| Whether sober or under intense intoxication
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| What you facin' are nights full of frustration
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| It’s amazing how I always keep my rap blazin'
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| Hot like cajun, witness the chicks assassination
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| It’s evident, believe my hip hop dedication
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| This highness be with wisdom, touchin' upon the throne
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| Furious intensity bestowed upon my microphone
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| Lyrical fitness, the impact like a hitlist
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| Keep your s***list and won’t stop till I’m finished, what?
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| (Noreen)
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| Your whole style feminine
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| Sickin' when you spittin em
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| No more fans be diggin em
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| Cause I be the one who addictin' em
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| Sugar make you high like I’m lemon gin
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| Grillin' any man like I’m Eminem
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| Who’s that next chump? |
| Bring em in
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| I’ll stomp on him wit' ma Timbalands
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| Y’all know I ain’t no fairy yo, some might think I' a scary ho
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| Mind full of war scenarios, Noreen remain imperial
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| (Joe)
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| My dribblin' don’t impress you
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| But would you be depressed
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| If I address your female siblin'
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| With my ticklin' too, and the figidy freakin fools
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| Swing my diggity dingaling from Petaling too Timbuktu
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| And got me impromptu freestylin' spits blow you to bits
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| Turn your fans into my fanatics
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| Jizzow addicts we’z a force to be reckoned with
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| Now don’t you know
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| I can pull it off slow
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| But then again I could be droppin jams
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| Advertising bpm
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| (Saint)
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| No more time to be silent, it’s time to get violent
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| Cause you know here I come with the bomb and it’s pumpin'
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| So best beware don’t sit down and just stare
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| Pump it up in the air when you know we are there
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| Get it up and down comin' to you straight from the underground
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| Buck buck pow it’s the sound of the shallow streets of my hood
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| And it’s makin' me frown
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| Steadily standin' me, feelin' me, backin' me, bring it on to the top
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| Better just makin it real so you can feel the beat don’t make you drop
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| Get your groove on, put your strap on
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| Don’t keep me waiting too long
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| Cause I’m a blow it off
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| (Sam)
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| Feel ma' heat when I’m home alone
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| Couldn’t keep me asleep gotta sleep till dawn
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| Shall I stick with me click
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| Might get rid of the heat so I sit on
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| My seat 'fore I slip or get prick on my feet makes me sick
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| As I peeped out the street, got a tip for the treat
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| Better hit down the beat start to lead on this song
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| Couldn’t keep me home
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| Close up the wind blow
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| Get in the car and close up the window lookin' in far and
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| Ya’ll better be holler me for battle as I rebel against the devil
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| Friends form the past
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| Enemy who dares to stop on my chest go ahead
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| Be my guest |