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You know |
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Through bein humbles |
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Tru mast' on da track like that y'know? |
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Been in this rap game for like the past |
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Four bullets now, y'know? |
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Doin' bids, yea yea |
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I done peeped a lotta cats come through |
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Courageous cats, stray cats, ha ha |
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Top cats with top hats, ya know what I'm sayin'? |
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But it all boils down to this, we talkin' lyrics |
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Rhymes, line for line, numero uno |
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Who the best? I don't know |
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Check it |
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Flame on, I rain fire, when Johnny Storm |
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I'm shocking like live wire, you have been warned |
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I prolong this next chamber to make it strong |
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And prove all them doubters wrong |
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Killin' 'em softly with this song, addin' on |
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Let them toes get they tag on, dead men run no marathons |
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On my shift, shootin' that gift, knowin' he snitched |
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On the telethon, runnin' his lips, sinkin' the ship |
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Give back what his mother gave him, mother made him |
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And now she can't even save him, Johnny blaze 'em |
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Send him to his final restin' |
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Back to the essence, Faces of Death, The Final Lesson |
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Toture, toture, toture |
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Motherfuckin' torture |
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Y'all niggaz know |
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Who got John Blaze shit? Suckin' my dick to get famous |
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So I switch blades to Dangerous |
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Welcome to my torture chambers |
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Torture chambers where John Doe's remain nameless, hear me? |
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I know it's Def Jam, but think clearly |
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I made it possible for y'all cats to come near me |
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Keep your enemies, close and your heat closer |
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I slam just like my culture on all theories |
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Dead that, straight off the meat rack with this one |
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You get burned playin' Nix-on, Hot Biscuit |
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Stand back, don't make me spit one, and paint pictures |
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On the walls of your mental, with hot lead from out these pencils |
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Iron lung since I was young and not knowin' |
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Where the next meal was comin' from, been troublesome |
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To all those posin' a threat |
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If I go, everybody gotta go next, y'all niggaz know |
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The code of the street soldier, I'm watchin' time |
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And time watchin' me colder, Grim Reaper |
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Breathin' death on my shoulder |
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Waitin' for the day to take me over, take me over |
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Toture, toture, toture |
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Motherfuckin' torture |
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Y'all niggaz know |
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That you can never touch my flow, go ahead and hate me |
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Still tryin' to fuck my hoe, Johnny-come-latelys? |
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Got me in a world of shit, and now I'm pissed |
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Mama said there'd be days like this |
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Tis the seazon for ducks and my pen's bleedin' |
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Leavin' kids barely breathin' for sneak-thievin' |
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Famished from lack of eatin' and lack of teachin' |
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Banished from Rhyme and Reason for high treason |
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Can it be that the kid with the knot knees |
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Got G to make a grown man cop plea |
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For this track I got a lovebug like Starsky |
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Blow back until I drop Tical Part 3 |
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Ain't no stoppin' when you start me, John Jay |
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Pullin' your card, mayday, mayday |
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Niggaz owe they life to God, and now it's payday |
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Take it how ya wanna take it, fully clothed or butt-naked |
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I learned the hard way, ain't nuttin' sacred |
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In this world, time to face it, Johnny basic |
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Instinct, I'm sure to make it |
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While others fake it |
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Fuck the spotlight, G O D already got light |
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Say what you like, just spell my name right |
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No doubt, this one goes out, to all you trout-fish |
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Cake niggaz, keep my dick up out your mouth |
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Toture, toture, toture |
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Motherfuckin' torture |
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Y'all niggaz know |
