| No matter who you are, or what your age may be
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| If you want to achieve permanent, sustaining success
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| The motivation that will drive you toward that goal
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| Must come from within
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| Check it out, one time
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| My tricky tricky style is so cocky I knock you out like I’m Rocky
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| And then I’ll bet you the world, plus some loot, on the point
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| A licky lethaler rapper 'cause my rhymes are like potion
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| I think he burn like ?, to put your mind in slow motion
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| Simply, it’s done, like makin' a bungee
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| You lick it or roll it a sticky spark with the fellas
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| Let’s contact Quinton, they call him the chief
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| Plus I’m votin' destruction, on suckers they’re nerds
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| Take their style toss it up, then add effects like a reverb
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| Take it and match it, 'cause the flow is exceptional
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| The Washington Congress, the House and Congressional
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| Professional, call it geronimo
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| Frequencies on the mickie, watch your girl give a hickey
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| Now you’re flippin' the ill way, diluted with?
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| The Horsemen style is to flow so rapid
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| Ricky run like a faucet, like ??
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| Costello so mellow, like a pen with Othello
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| Shicky shapin' a Hamlet, tricky bowl thicky Jell-o
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| Hell-o, goodbye
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| Don’t be scared, pick up the mic (3X)
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| My flow is wicked, rough and rugged like Wilson Pickett
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| Stick it, the funky kinetic can FLOW, cause I can dig it
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| Check it check it as I wreck it, niggas never respect it
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| I was always neglected, intellect be so respected
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| A sharp shooter, blowin niggas up out the frame
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| You can’t maintain, my domain, too insane
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| I have centrifugal terrifical styles
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| Difficult styles, wire be bitin bark, chewin for miles
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| I’m like Houdini the Great, I’m too magnificent
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| Incredible shit, to make motherfuckers bug
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| Now niggas is sick, shootin up your town, blowin up your city
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| As I stalk walk hawk, that shit ain’t pretty
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| Really, silly, better step off
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| Don’t be scared, pick up the mic (5X)
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| I got the pickup truck ready, lookin' for Satan the Devil
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| Yeah, bugged crazy off another, level
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| I boogie woogie on down and catch mad wreck
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| Load the calico check, come in high tech
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| MC’s jump up quick, you get your ass kicked
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| Mad sick, used to hang with Charles Manson
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| Cut up any foot, if I saw it kept dancin'
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| I smeggle smack 'em, briggle briggle break 'em
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| Catch 'em with the Hefty bag, walk away and take 'em
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| MC’s look in the mirror, see they nightmare
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| The bugged kid, bald head, fuck it I don’t care
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| I get frantic atomic, pull your rectum out
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| Change your brainframe, butt pull your spectrum out
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| I get retarded and raw like Razor Ruddock
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| You don’t wanna try the X, aww, fukkit
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| Let me, show you, my style, this style
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| Fuck that, na na na nah, not this style
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| Yes yo, who dat? |
| Yo wait, yo I’m comin' down
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| Hee hee hee hee! |
| Come and battle me clown
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| Juggle three balls, my balls, feel good
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| You bet I have your girl on my dick, sister write me a letter
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| MC’s know they all deaf, they on the back burner
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| I step straight to your crew like mad Truck Turner
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| The crazy man with grenades in the projects
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| Back up punk, remember X X X
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| Don’t be scared, pick up the mic (4X)
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| Check it
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| It’s my time with the rhyme, for the minor comin' harder
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| Pull a burner blast your ass at the line
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| Racist, faces, spaces, braces, ???
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| I’m sprayin' mace in your face
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| I’m tradin' places with the power to knock, your ass unconscious
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| I’m monstrous, I? |
| and I romp, 'cause I stomp, 'cause I want this
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| Not so fast kid yo, I did a mad bid
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| You won’t last kid yo, I whoop your ass
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| Then vacate the premises, ?? |
| of the Genesis
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| ??? |
| motherfucker can you step to this
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| Can you handle the vandal the man on the force
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| Through the scandal snuff your ass like a candle
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| Well it’s my rate, the high rate, the fly rate
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| Since I rate, 'cause I rate, 'cause I make, you gyrate
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| To the raw rappin' 'cause it’s all that it’s all that
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| It’s raw Jack, and it’s time — to go to war Jack
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| So don’t waste my time
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| Let the bassline kick yo' ass with the chorus line
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| A checka wreck a record, check-o-wreck
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| I guarantee to rock shock shock the place with most respect
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| Don’t be scared, pick up the mic (8X) |