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Electromagnetic beam, |
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I get charged |
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Rhymes I run right through 'em like a big box of |
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Trojan large |
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Mc's tried to hang but it's a |
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Brooklyn thang |
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Poison slang, poison fang, poison pen, let me begin |
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Tryin' to rhyme up in my cipher is gambilin' |
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Freestylin' me |
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G, I be buckwilin' |
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You can't even challenge a nigga in my position |
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Technician, renditions more freaky than |
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Rick James |
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Fly like airplanes through all, it remain the same |
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My cuts like |
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Freddy Krueger, don't need a |
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German Luger |
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But shoot more shit than |
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Stern-ruger |
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Dirty rottens comin' through punks cling to their guns |
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Don't start none, there won't be none' |
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Cuz ahh, fuck around and it'll be tragic |
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And I could rock a rhyme with just statik |
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Devastating, |
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I gotcha heart pulsating |
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Ool-age, you need aid, ejaculating |
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Thymes like semen, |
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Mc's is scheming |
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Tryin' to bag me baby black you must be beemin' |
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Feenin', I don't know who gased ya head up |
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I'm straight up, for less niggas have got wet up |
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I'm on a mission, scrambling my enemies transmission |
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When he least expect it, run up in his |
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H-QHi I.Q., every verse is eked |
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Sliver like a snake, still you can't elued |
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The neba, but not caneza |
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It's the toucha, no gun or |
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God can protect ya |
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Neither the scripture, choke like a boa constrictor |
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This is my house and |
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I'll evict ya |
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Big respect is automatic, black |
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And I could rock a rhyme with just statik |
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I'll snatch up your girlfriend, her friend and their friends |
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I got the game and fame, shake out the condoms |
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She's a victim, you shouldn't have that mouth dirty rotten |
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And for the longest we knew you were plotten |
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On the down fall, who stands tall, lick the balls |
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I'm not like that, so |
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I smash out pussy walls |
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On the low, oh no, on the high |
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I get high, praise to the most high |
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Tried to battle me, step up and die |
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Like the arc of the covenant |
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I electrify |
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Petrify, intelligence |
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I glorify, so devils are horrified |
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Sprayin' like pesticide, con commit suicide |
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Step into my realm and be fried by the statik |
