| Uh. |
| uh, uh, uh
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Wha, wha? |
| Yo.
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| It’s will.i.am on the beats
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| Bringin the hot heat, hot heat, hot heat…
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| (Who the hell are you?) It’s Medusa pushin through
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| (Are you rollin with a crew?) Feline Science is my crew
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| (Whatchu gon' spit?) Nothin but that hot shit
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| (Who the hell are you?) Medusa pushin through
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| (Are you rollin with a crew?) Feline Science is my crew
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| (And whatchu gonna spit?) Nothin but that hot shit!
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| Give me a bangin instrumental, and I’ll kick mix
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| like a flick off of a drummer’s wrist drops the filla
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| Fo' realla, high-powered sister, trained by, madams, queens
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| Uncle Jam, mommy, parties musicians, and killers
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| So there’s no wonder they say I drop speech deep
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| My pop block got heat
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| I come with a Screamethian beat
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| Screamethian? |
| That means I have you screamin like a heathen
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| Known a battle 'til I’m acheivin
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| Violatin your childish rhymes of the one
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| My uncontrollable lyrics they, murder for fun
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| And I thank God, I finally get to be on some, see?
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| You gonna be leavin the stadium talkin 'bout, «Uh-HEH.
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| I tell ya, that kid’s a true performer!»
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| Givin you your money’s worth, fanta tongue workin all that
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| Lyrics been shadowboxin against the pads
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| From WAY DOWN in the underground deep
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| I’m the bad-ass lion that stepped in the signifyin monkey feet
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| And if that line doesn’t… what the FUCK? |
| Wake him up!
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| CLEAR! |
| BZZZZT! |
| Don’t try to pass out now
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| 'Cause you see the wrath of the blast of the incomin styles
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| Shrapnel and pronouns and verbs for miles
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| Wait, let me set it
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| I gotta take my time to give the other emcees credit
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| I never underestimate my opponents flow
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| They just get mesmerized by the Feline body blow
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| Full force is the cuff, and no matter what your crew LICK SHOTS
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| It’ll never be enough |