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*Oh my God* |
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[Q-Tip] |
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*When The East is in the house* |
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[Jeru The Damaja] |
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Put out the word Blahzay has emerged |
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Surged, most prefered from the verbs and words |
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I finesse, try your best to diagnose |
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when I host, you gettin' roast, toast |
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Bet grip bra when I rumble, you crumble |
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My stuff is good like mo dumgoe |
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soup. Rappers getting suit front and rugged |
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but i don't plug it, when my semantics hit your nugget |
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and expose, you know how it goes when it be gritty |
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when we roll is like we got the key to the city |
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it won't be pretty for you to challenge, |
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knock you off balance, better reconsider your talents |
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You weasel, you better off pumpin diesel |
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I find it feasable, your days is over frontin evil |
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Shouting to your people trying to bless your spot |
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but we don't beleive that cuz CBS tells a lot |
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on who got shot and who does all the crime |
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DANGER! And you knew it all the time |
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*When The East is in the house* *Oh my God* |
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DANGER! |
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And when we in the house, ain't no time to act sheisty |
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come out a spicey to your ass that is pricely |
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costin', you get baked like Mr. Baustin |
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Beans in a box, you need more strenght than just locks I rocks |
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hardcore even when I dress suited |
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On some business shit my street is deep rooted |
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What is this shit? Rappers want to blossom, put they all a costume |
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Thinkin weed buffoon I'll tell you soon |
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you learn the hard way tims and blunts going Broadway |
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throught this theater hardrocks is getting witter like virrer |
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for Alles the East is in your parlor on some proper shit |
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and it will never be the opposite |
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*When The East is in the house* *Oh my God* |
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DANGER! |
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And when we move on your circuit you better pray to who you worship |
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That's recommended ass kicks come splendid |
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Long winded but I don't need my respiratory |
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to bless my story, you got nothing for me |
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It's been plotted behind doors they skeemin' up |
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For my arrival, rappers are teamin' up |
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Do your stuff finize is going to be limpin' MC's |
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when I plan my rap you be left handicapped |
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Sweat! gather because I bring you no jalope |
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Building all heads that be older than your papi |
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Pack the wind while PF backspin to the essence, |
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you get scarred to my presence |