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zuò qǔ : Barrias, Green, Henson |
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It' s uncut like real dro |
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We coming with that real flow |
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When we get together it' s whatever you want |
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And when we put it down it' s whatever you want |
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So cold cut y' all know |
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We coming with that real flow |
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When we get together it' s whatever you want |
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And when we put it down it' s whatever you want |
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Ayo, crazy in the head |
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My rock steady shots turn niggas to crazy legs |
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From crush groove to crush dice |
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I touch mikes plus I leave MCs hallucinating off my raps like dust |
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From solid land to shallow |
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From ocean to link the rap shall be felt |
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Once the god takes shape |
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Invisible Form |
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The earth is yes seen change |
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Or can straight kill all material so respect G |
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I thought I told y' all that Jason was a threat |
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I could have sworn niggas learned from The Faces of Death |
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Strapped cocked and rocking my raps |
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Silent weapons supply |
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Wars behold the barehoarse horseman |
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Holding the sword ghosting |
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I spoke |
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And the whole world felt it |
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And when I rhyme signed and unsigned mcs get dealt with |
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Off instinct |
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Black belt makes tracks melt purposely |
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When their motherfucking style is mysery |
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Verse with me, zone out |
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Yeah |
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From when his nbsp! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! sense |
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To find my mind shift to a quality stage |
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So while y' all niggaz flash diamonds |
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Me in the last nbsp! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! |
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Trying to outshine y' all |
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To the last assignment |
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Move in silence if you want more violence |
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Catch y' all with that iron |
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You start firing |
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Hot ones |
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My LP is pure coke for heads to nod to |
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I write tracks that attract coliseums |
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It' s uncut like real dro |
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We coming with that real flow |
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When we get together it' s whatever you want |
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And when we put it down it' s whatever you want |
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So cold cut y' all know |
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We coming with that real flow |
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When we get together it' s whatever you want |
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And when we put it down it' s whatever you want |
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Ayo my music feels real good that' s why the real feels it |
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Plus the rest of that shit should get filted |
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Who would' ve thought that a nigga from Cali would' ve brought the game back to the witted |
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They built it |
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My cypha sound surrounds the earth to leave the planet tilted |
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Quick to spill ill shit for real |
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And underwater niggaz is bitin' like pits with gills |
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That' s why I never show love to a snaked deception |
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I chop the motherfucking head off and take the blessing |
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The lesson digester |
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Throw the bitch like crack fouls |
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I crush your wack style cause you' ll never get the best of |
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Mr. Mechanical |
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Guerilla congeal |
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General |
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Mageneral |
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I was raised nbsp! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! fly criminals |
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It' s Planet Asia |
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From F. C. the most craziest |
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With nine hundred and ninety nine names to the alias |
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You know who keeps steady |
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Ladies and Gents this is a major event |
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Move in silence if you want more violence |
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Catch y' all with that iron |
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You start firing |
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Hot ones |
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My LP is pure coke for heads to nod to |
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This is for my niggas to ride to |
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It' s uncut like real dro |
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We coming with that real flow |
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When we get together it' s whatever you want |
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And when we put it down it' s whatever you want |
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So cold cut y' all know |
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We coming with that real flow |
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When we get together it' s whatever you want |
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And when we put it down it' s whatever you want |
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4x |
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scratches |
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Planet, ain' t a damn thing changed |
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It' s a game but he don' t play |
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As I keep a microphone in my palm |
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2x |