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This nigga take it back like blacksploitation flicks |
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And afros where niggas trying to catch this shit |
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I was "uhh", three years ago, |
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If you didn't know that we keep it fresh like douche |
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If you didn't know, y'all need that extra push (when y'all up on the mic) |
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We're rushing through with raw delight |
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We're dropping that shit while y'all niggas bite |
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Speaking 'bout ya copycats (ya copycats) |
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Ya weak beats and ya sloppy raps (ya sloppy raps) |
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We come though spreading light |
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While ya weak lyrics spread negative hype |
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We kicking true forms of music, sketches of sound increase |
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Niggas try to stop the force, (you know we on course) |
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Thinking that they have the source (when ya catch 'em, show 'em no remorse) |
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[wild child] |
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Hey man, i've got a question for you, |
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Can you feel me? speaking on you wack mc's |
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Ya saying "not really", that's cuz i cut ya hands off |
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Time to set the story straight, brothers looking for their fate |
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You was that nerd fake cat who went to school at lamda lamda |
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Trying not to recite the rhymes so you bite the poems |
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I slap your lip, so you talk sideways like sly stallone |
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Face the truth, my fists are guided to knock your left tooth |
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Lyrically, ya moms rhymes better than you and she's deaf mute |
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Step two times to the left, throw up ya fists |
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Direct 'em towards those wack mc's please as i reminisce |
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You might have more dollars than you have common sense |
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The lp's stand ground like hercules |
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Let's take that fake cat, break back and make black |
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People around the world realize they trying to play us like 8-track |
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I formulate rhymes to educate all those who's killing |
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Music be the only way to express how i'm feeling |
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Ya conniving like clinton, with more nerve than, judge judy |
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You'd be a good ass looking girl because ya rhymes sound booty |
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[madlib] |
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But on that subject, on talking bout ya wack mc's |
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Ya comin' like counterfeit (phony) |
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But back in the days y'all wasn't no killas, gambinos, or gangsta g's |
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Y'all up on some other shit, |
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(talkin' bout ya shooting off clips) |
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Yo, we waiting for the mothership, |
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But most of y'all niggas is the reason that half of us brothers have split |
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(yo, it's a damn shame) |
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You know i'm kicking true to the game |
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You know i am to keep it real |
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Like my nigga kaz, i'm letting off battle drills |
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I'm your replacement (replacement) |
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Madlib up in the basement (madlib up in the basement) |
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[wild child] |
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Now on that subject,(what you talkin' about, cat?) talking 'bout ya wack |
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Mc's |
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We drop a soundpiece, we keep it, we keep it, we keep it real |
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Not like them fake gangsta g's |
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I rock the mic and strike while dictating light |
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I'm peaking, you keep weakening like kryptonite |
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Yo, what i'm tired of, absence of the high above |
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Niggas riot up, and then blame it on the blaze they've fired up |
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So i'm bringing back something that was never lost |
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Cuz you know we can't just forget about them peeps who's strictly conscious |
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The 8-0-5 niggas got soul like kato |
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When you swing i'll block blows, rock roll the cradle |
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So, ay yo, on beats i'm like the tazmanian tornado |
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Wild child live from the 5 that be 8-0! |
