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Uhh |
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Yeah, y'know |
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Shit is wild, heheh |
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Can't complain though, I'm alive |
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Healthy and allathat, knahmsayin? |
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Just tryin to do my thang |
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Praise to all |
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Bust it, that nigga Slick Rick said |
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I waited long time sweatin it |
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I got jerked but now I'm gettin it |
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Hazy like asthma bizarre disaster |
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Stress almost held me down from bein a master |
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The faster, preacher, poet, a teacher |
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"It's been so long" like Monifah |
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Believe that, I'm needed, in rappin, I breathe this |
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Some pick up a microphone and can't even achieve this |
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Oscar award winning your shit I'm bored with it |
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Stop copy-catting son (why?) cause your dog did it |
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Get your own lingo, make up your own jingle |
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Ten years later you be bitin my single |
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Primo, take it Downtown, Swing it |
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Intervenin on the board, sensimil steamin, yeah |
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Catch the vibe like a tribal dance |
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In the clubs on the low with the b-boy stance |
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Money rubbin with a shorty got bumped by a chump |
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Tell him, 'Step off, I'm doin the Hump' |
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Yeah |
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I say it's my world, and I won't stop |
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And if you stand in my way you bound to get dropped |
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Some wish that I was gone cause they know I'ma win |
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In a minute I 'll be makin six G's times ten |
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I'm the computer, printin out data take notes |
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Then analyze the information and press send |
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Freaky like porno, Ron Jeremy saw no |
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Obstacle or pussy to stop him from bonin a hoe |
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Me and the mic double trouble |
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Chicks look at us like twins, all lovable and huggable |
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Prognosis, on the, mic I choke out |
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Had the same effects from coughin blowin smoke out |
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Architect, rap technician, man listen |
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It's no doubt you gonna pump this in your system |
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My skills ill, and all of that above |
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Confidence, I'm not worried bout a street buzz |
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I'm O.C., who you? I never heard of ya |
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Get out my face 'fore I turn into a motherfuckin murderer |
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I want the green like indo, a mansion, a car |
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A wife who's never been a bimbo |
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Too much to ask well to me that's simple |
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Wanna retire on a yacht called the S. S. Minnow |
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I say it's my world, and I won't stop |
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And if you stand in my way, you bound to get dropped |
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Top choice, this here nigga got poise |
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Ain't a man alive who could stop my noise |
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I snatch a star from the sky, spark up your lye |
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You stand astounded wonderin how I did it |
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Now you're star struck, like I truck gold |
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Treatin me like a nigga havin a million records sold |
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Now a starchild, phenmonen like the X-Files |
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Rappers know I'm comin so they go in exile |
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Czar in this rap shit, comin on your mattress |
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Microphone fiend I make beats do backflips |
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Fear me like genocide, serious |
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How I do it through your stereo, mysterious |
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O.C. do demolition, nil competition |
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Like robot Kong on a destroy mission |
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A matter of life and death you try to fight for breath |
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I snatch your heart from a slice through your chest |
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Who the best, from New York to Bogota |
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Who got face thinkin they scare me with a scar, shit |
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What I be bringin is a terrible sight |
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A performance never again performed on the mic |
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I say it's my world, and I won't stop |
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And if you stand in my way, you bound to get dropped |
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[x4] |
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Say it's my world... |
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It's my world... |