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This is the way we rock from our block to your block |
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Masterminds is first to burst and you shellshocked |
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We can't stop (can't stop) Don't stop (don't stop) |
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Won't stop (won't stop) Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop) |
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[Kimani] |
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I be giving rap cats a back slap to flash back |
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To the last time Kimani's in town you catch that? |
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Like half-backs splashing in Crystal Lake |
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Returned with a mask and a flask full of jack to kill fakes |
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I'm out for stacks of papes like Bill Gates |
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Give it to you raw uncut like Nicholas Cage's 8 Mil tapes |
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In a steelcage match I'm Goldberg, flow with words |
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Of course all your vision is blurred while you cold served |
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Now observe the plot we drop the hottest shit |
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We all equipped, bump this while your pumping your whip |
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Your girl be cuffing dick, trick nasty type shit |
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You ain't seen naan, naan mc's that can rock it like this |
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We be the M-A imperial ST - the serial |
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Son of Sam Masterminds be sunning your mams |
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And drop a ton on your fam, quote from a humble man |
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I'm eating from the tree of life and throw away the verbal ham Man it's |
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Scalding, prolific with words like James Baldwin |
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So when we bring the fire next time I leave you calling out |
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For medics and niggas know the time when I set it |
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Or else your card gets pulled like a debit |
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We stepping it on the 1,2 Masterminds poised we run through |
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Like Sun Tzu, you wanted a war? So come through |
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We got more beats, more cuts, more rhymes |
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Don't ever in your life think you can fuck it Minds |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Oracle] |
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Ay yo settle down 'cause we got the tripple crown |
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And pay attention to this precession that takes you sky bound |
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Fasten your seatbelts -Are you ready? 'cause it's time now |
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For this ride you may collide with these sounds |
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Like little kids falling from park swings |
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We make you heart spin just before reality sets in |
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We're hittin' hard like Ike Turner in a bar |
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Drunk with a bunch of trash talking broads acting large |
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Yo we use your lyrics like band aids and gauze |
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'Cause you'll lose your head like victims of Native American wars |
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Once we walk in ya'l get open like automatic doors |
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You beggin like Keith Sweat in a house of whores |
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Yo we gave you what you came for- plus the cure |
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Cause it's sickening to hear ya'll bitching |
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For some more pure fluid rhymes |
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Gather for the slaughter I'm producing the juice like Jamestown |
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E and Kimani will leave you face down |
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Tryin ta' clown our shit your esophagus split |
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From trying ta bite what we spit |
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It's hard like yelling in sign language |
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Hip Hop the game and we're it- so vanish |
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Or you'll get tagged like the walls of a graffiti artist |
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You're out of time like broken clocks |
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We're hear to open shop |
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Quick like a Chinese fast food spot on your block |
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You make the heavy metal pop |
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We make the underground rock and shake |
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Like an apocalyptic earthquake |
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[Chorus x2] |
