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Comin ahh, comin ahh |
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I'm comin like a redneck trucker! |
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Watch your back *screech* you can't steer it |
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Face the bass; crumb you run when you hear it |
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It's the most incredible rap individual style |
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Piles up, like drug cases in queens |
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Country criminal court, shorty, step back |
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Nigga you oughta watch it, my whole herd's packin |
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Fuck rappin, let's take it to the corner of the block |
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And battle with the (techs) and the (glocks) |
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But if you would like it to the stage and mic it |
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C'mon dere, that's how i like it, uhh |
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Hit me in the face why don't ya |
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Prince po will hunt ya and puncture your voodoo doll |
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Pharoahe, i'm no slave to a rhythm i whip it |
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Then i take it's name and change it's religion |
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Then i chop the foot off the fuckin beat |
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For trying to escape the track, now it's obsolete |
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That's just the state of mind that i'm in when i... |
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Chorus |
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I, i used to play beats on the lunchroom table |
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This it really enables me to stay stable inside of my mind |
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Thus allowing me to climb and then shine |
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This is a process that will occur in due time |
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Bust, everything i thrust is activated |
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Styles i file are not decaffinated, i'm rough |
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Tougher than tonka, why i even electrify the sky |
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As if i was blanka |
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Kids follow me and my phillies like willy wonka |
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Silly, i assault and conquer, the cult and brainwash |
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And squash your little minds with rhymes |
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Rhymes that are rituals |
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So i say motherfucker, bitch-ass and glock to spark brain cells |
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Not to sell units, you know |
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They say motherfucker, bitch-ass and glock |
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For the periodical table of contents symbol au |
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Hey you, you can't deny when i bust caps the whole block scatters |
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Scraps of matter shatter mad glass and what not |
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Crazy medical attention is needed to make a cop stop bleedin |
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Then i'm proceedin up the block with prince po, renegade |
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Raps shatter shows like grenades |
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I rip your shit like sinead when i... |
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Chorus |
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Pa-pa-pa power power, augh, i got the power |
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Gimme a pen and a pad i'll be back in an hour |
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With some more fat shit, i tell your empty mind |
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Teachin i'm kickin the poor black shit now |
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La-di-da, i flip it la-di |
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Live at a mardi gras, or even at a party |
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Give me bacardi (hah) i smoke blunts |
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Stunts i wanna hump, chumps i wanna pump em full of *blam* |
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I never ask the crowd to "jump" |
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I kick a rhyme, that ask-es you to use your mind |
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Flippin it for the masses, kickin a lot of asses |
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The m-o-n-c-h-e i drink, forties of brew |
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With the crew that rolls deeper than the mediterranean |
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Here comes the rain again! |
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Flowin on my head like a memory, now i got energy |
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That's for the enemies, that's in the industry |
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Who don't wanna be friends with me, i say fuck em |
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Suck my dick, from the back |
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With a crazy straw, you lazy whore |
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Do that shit to make a dick expand but whatcha did |
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No chief, no heads |
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Mooley, what am i an asshole? |
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[prince poetry] |
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Asshole! |
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What am i?... ahh! uhh! mmm, hah! |
