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With the will rhyme stalking in the region of Blackstone |
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Kid you're down with the jam then let your soul flow |
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Think you got skill best step to the mic |
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We can bust fly routines and get high all night I pack rhymes like ammo, never run out you wanna call me Rambo |
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I'm the conductor of this mastered ceremony |
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Kid I get it on I ain't the one called phony |
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Are you in the zone D or all alone G |
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Did your trend run out like a subscription to a magazine |
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I spit the venom when I catch a snitch in my web |
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Cause I'm the crazy style honkey with a dreaded head |
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You got the fly routine |
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We got the fly routine |
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You wanna fly routine |
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I was standing by the door selling cups for the keg |
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Counting all the heads making sure they all paid |
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Then in walks this kid steals a cup from the stack |
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He didn't pay a dime he thinks he's all that |
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So I tap him on the shoulder I say you think you're bolder |
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I'll match your rhyming anytime and take you out like a solider |
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So I step to the plate the sucker gave me no chase |
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I'm the bottle of Baisley and you're in checkmate |
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You got the fly routine |
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We got the fly routine |
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You wanna a fly routine |
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You got the fly routine |
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We got the fly routine |
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You wanna a fly routine |
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So I start to incline I'm busting out phat rhymes |
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Kid I spin his fucking head like I'm spinning a dime |
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Kid I showed him no mercy so he'd understand me |
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Either you got the beef or your just a mic tease |
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So he sips his cup recommends run and hide |
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He took me on a voyage like a lyrical ride |
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He said kid you ain't got nothing and let me tell you something |
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I'll keep you rhyming all night and keep you up till the morning |
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What |
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What you got to say |
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Come on |
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Down |
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So I cut him right off when he stopped to take a breath |
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Kid the bottle of Baisley seen nothing yet |
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I'm with he boys HG yo I'm also known as Shootie |
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And I appetize phat rhymes and get a little loony |
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So he takes a new stance and turns his hat back |
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He slammed my fucking rhymes with a baseball bat |
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I thought this kid was fronting but he really taught me something |
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So I rolled up a spliff we went out philly blunting |
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You got the fly routine |
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We got the fly routine |
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You wanna fly routine |
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You got a fly routine |
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We got the fly routine |
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You wanna fly routine |
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What |
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What you got to say |
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Come on |
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Down |
