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* not 100% sure this is the mc's name |
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We got them, sledge, (?) ruff heads (check the flow) |
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King tee's on the set (check the flow) |
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When niggaz try to get high-tech (check the flow) |
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The dialect's on the flex |
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[sledge] |
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Watch this, when i shine i bring rain |
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Clouds, bust storms, yo, this ain't the norm |
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When i perform, i get you up out your seat |
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Get down with the real deal skills, then chill |
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Then show your ass how to get amped, then lamp |
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Stretch, flex, then tackle what's next |
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Cause mc's, that luck up, need to hush up |
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Who can't brush up, on their rap style, shut the fuck up |
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Then duck from the one that gets buck-wild |
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I chop your ass in half, with a smile |
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Big grin, all teeth, for those who got beef |
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Fuckin with me ock, you're six feet deep |
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Down in the ground, alone with no sound |
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While i'm up here chillin, top billin |
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And illin, on all those, who oppose |
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I wanna take one more shot, strike a pose, uhh! |
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[king tee] |
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Smash, here comes the one that talks trash |
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To garbage mc's, who try to diss me |
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And my crew - the ill ville animal cannibal |
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Backbreakers, government amputators |
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Bounce to this if you think you know the hits |
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And all you gassed-up critics, put the brakes on the shit |
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Cause i'm tired of this, and i'm tired of that |
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Motherfuckers sayin king tee's shit was wack |
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But in fact, my rhymes crack backs and make money stacks |
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By the truckload, now let's go for the gold |
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So strap on your seatbelt yo and let's go |
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And get down, to the sound that burns quick |
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Cause i'm about to burn rubber, on this number |
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And any mc who claims his style is legit |
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Suckers wanna try me? (i know not why tee) |
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I light that ass up like the 4th of july g, uhh! |
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[t] check the flow, check the flow, check the flow yo |
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[s] check the flow, check the flow, check the flow yo |
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[t] check the flow, check the flow, check the flow yo |
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[s] check the flow, check the flow, check the flow |
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[sledge] |
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Capital s-l, crooked letter humpback fuck that |
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Thump that, shit that's never wack |
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Cause this goes out too all the niggaz that we rushin |
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To hear the shit i'm bustin over ruptured percussion |
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It ain't my fault that i'm layin niggaz down like asphault |
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And blow your ass away like chalk, dust |
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Then crush your monkey-ass unto the side |
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Cause wrecked dialect is causin lyrical genocide |
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[king tee] |
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I stress facts like irs wants tax |
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From anyone claimin that they're livin, kind of fat |
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You see, i could get sick in the thick of shit |
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I turn my toes up, when it goes up, my foe's butt |
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Hey nigga back-steps, even you can get hit |
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I'm more crankier than a bitch on the shit! |
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Niggaz get heated cause they just got defeated |
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By the two man team, the sledge and the king, uhh! |
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[chorus] |