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Intense experiments, provide intricate answers |
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Why I attack weakness like hip cancer |
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I sip lancers, to drink the pain away quicker |
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My game stay sicker than all you gay trickers |
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I spray niggas, like paint and eight illin |
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For the killin I pack clips that spit in the millions |
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For fillin ya needs, like 1-900 numbas |
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Pretty when I talk shitty, now did he wonda... |
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Am I the true or livin or clues are given |
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Crews are gettin waxed like wood floors, and they be slippin |
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Rippin up mics like ya ho is |
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No reasonin for the treasonin, all the stress |
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The bleedin of the flesh is imperial, for the |
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Serial killer, illa than David Koresh |
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Waitin the best out like nocturnal, I get ya |
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Like a sweat, I wetcha; and left you like a specta |
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Just to trace a nigga no lace |
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The coroner can't replace the holes in ya fuckin face |
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Chasin dreams like them kids from california |
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I on ya, I'm up on ya... |
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I'm in the mood to make moves and gain status |
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So let's see all emcees that be the baddest |
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I'm in the mood to make cash without the rocks |
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So let's see all real Gs who don't stop |
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I'm in the mood to make moves and gain status |
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So let's see all emcees that be the baddest |
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I'm in the mood to make cash without the rocks |
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So let's see all real Gs who don't stop |
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Peace to my nigs, upon bids, I warn kids |
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Of my addiction, to exterminate ya fiction |
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Beherets inherits slugs, when the asharons |
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Bashed upon n fits the gods like the wrath of don |
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Ya nervous, cause my word hits, yer in the cata... |
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Tonic, my raps are pondered like percentas up inna |
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So winna, follow the sinna, smoke beginnas |
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The winna of ya discontent's where I meant to send ya |
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The ends accumulate like kids in |
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I drop a lot, like diuretics to rock or not, I embed it |
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The subliminal from the criminal move heads |
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For the love, a jesus de christa |
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The mista cop that got torched spans the ages |
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In my third life, I blaze a lame, shame the sages |
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You don't know me, I'm faceless, so take this |
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And puff one; time for ya mind and find traces |
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Of bodies, battered and bruised, so crews do |
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The brew; bloodshed and conflict results so when I'm in the mood... |
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I'm in the mood to make moves and gain status |
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So let's see all emcees that be the baddest |
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I'm in the mood to make cash without the rocks |
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So let's see all real Gs who don't stop |
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I'm in the mood to make moves and gain status |
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So let's see all emcees that be the baddest |
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I'm in the mood to make cash without the rocks |
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So let's see all real Gs who don't stop |
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You got the mark of triple six, so I hit you quick |
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My script'll rip, any shit that ya nig'll flip |
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No-names, plain, insane, a glock like kurt cobain |
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Beneath the remains, I often see stains from games usin propane |
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From puttin fire unda rappas asses... |
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The masta passes; all herbs and nerds, I smash ya glasses |
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Lethal intent, from ..., been debted |
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Buried from the flurries of hot lead, that was embedded |
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In swine's noses, fuck the days of wine and roses |
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Used to be my man, but check the threat my nine poses |
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From minds I suppose it's just the pressure |
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From hit squads, gunnin to get by, runnin ya shit's hard |
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And the jungle of concrete, the don peeps |
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dreams, and break 'em like pete , that's my street scene |
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Mad depression, got my dreads swarmin the concession spot |
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Ya dead on 'em... now here's the warnin: |
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I'm in the mood to make moves and gain status |
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So let's see all emcees that be the baddest |
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I'm in the mood to make cash without the rocks |
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So let's see all real Gs who don't stop |
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I'm in the mood to make moves and gain status |
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So let's see all emcees that be the baddest |
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I'm in the mood to make cash without the rocks |
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So let's see all real Gs who don't stop |
