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Yo I rock shit like this to leave skid marks |
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The way a point blank unchained pit barks |
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Or like the wide open jaws of a black shark |
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I'm like the starts that make your kids wanna get Clarks |
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Cause now you see me now you don't, first you feel me now you won't |
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Feel nothing but detached from yourself |
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So when the mic was detached from my hand niggaz ran |
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Like the rifle was detached from the shelf |
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So when the crowd say you're whack and you gots to go |
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Step back or end up in a hospital |
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You got three hits on who 'bout to rock the show |
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Six foot God farmer growin' crops of flow |
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[Chorus] |
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You better recognize just how we do (just how we do) |
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We let that hot shit simmer just for you (simmer just for you) |
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We bridge the gap between the old and new (between the old and new) |
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When I say what school is it y'all say true (y'all say true) |
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[Verse Two] |
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You make the call in this lyrical brawl one for all |
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All against one by one just for fun |
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No timeouts is called once my game's begun |
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Cause if skills are raw then rhymes are well-done |
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Son, who's the devil in the landslide? |
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Tryin' to maintain when names don't amount to a shit stain |
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You could roll deeper than Farrakhan it's still on |
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J turns that ambush into that marathon |
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Cause if mad heads was dere then mad heads was pet |
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Cause mad heads could fly yo, mad heads could jet |
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The stage is set and you drown in your own sweat |
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There's no point in getting upset cause my shit's not done yet |
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Just pray to God I be due by sunset |
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I'm liver than electrical outlets when wet |
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It might be time left to place one bet |
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On just how bad the ? regret their threats |
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You swing hits like the Mets well I'll be, the whole fucking MLB |
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So tell me why let your dog loose if you scared to sick 'em? |
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Would be suspects make the best victims |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse Three] |
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So yo how amped am I? |
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Got muthafuckers askin how damp am I for sweatin' J LI |
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VE add an R by all my rhymes that fly |
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Median in my third eye if I lie |
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That's why would mean battling this fuckin' with that pussy MC |
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Whose whack rhymes are a STD |
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Cause if a dope rhyme's a jim hat |
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I run through more Trojans than Notre Dame fullbacks at USC |
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So what's the weather like? all of the above would be caused by me |
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Cause year round I'm down for put it on ya |
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They wanted me to fall but instead I went ta |
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Spring, summer, these all season flavors upon ya |
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I'm comin' through to warn ya or you're a ? goner |
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Those who sleep better realize how steep the first step to fucking with me |
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Happens to be, extra steady claming how that can never happen to me |
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But steadily makin' empty threats trying to gas me |
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With gun talk when rhymes remain unleaded |
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And my tank's not empty yet |
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Whoever thought had a Microsoft Word lets you curse or press edit |
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And scroll down to undo rhyme go to file |
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hit save and quit cause you ain't printin' shit |
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Matter fact if you don't take them disses off your disk |
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I'm a download a virus and crash your whole system |
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[Chorus 3x] |
