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From dawn to sunrise, sunrise to dawn |
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I drop math in ya path and rock on |
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Sunrise to dawn, from dawn to sunrise |
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For you to try battlin me would be unwise 65 cause seven days of the week so |
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You don't wanna catch a sinker slider to the cheek bone |
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Call me critical the disc jockey, the |
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B side kickin |
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Phat beats eternal, eternal pushin fried chicken |
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Snap cracklin, the daft shacklin rap jackels |
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Sneak attack battlin wack tacklin |
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The crab apple got skills but at the same time artist |
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I face the east and pray to the rhyme goddess |
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With the tender lovin, the rainin and the big sliker |
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The good sumaritin, homicidal hitchhicker |
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Hell on wheels of steel, stick shifted |
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Puffin on beats and rock on to get quick lifted |
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Syllables into non-refillable blank spaces |
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Eliminatin contestants according to their rank basis |
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Buryin secarian |
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MCs when the scratch is torn |
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Direct other rappers can't **** with the natural born |
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I never face the same ginet that |
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Romeo faces |
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Cause I'm too concerned with my |
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Enhomeostasis |
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The DJ front and center and the sooner he flips |
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You'll be freeze framin till the next lunar eclipse |
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With the crazy ass birds a prey, they got the right words to say |
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They come and circumsize you when ya eatin ya curds and whey |
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Try to make a new jack feel the ace of spades |
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Before ya know the ledge gettin sorta might replace his grades |
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Used and confused goin about the whole scheme wrong |
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Ass backwards from the closin credits to the theme song |
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Dire straits reminising back to prior dates |
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Ya better off tarzed and your rhymes look in fire place |
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To slash and burn and try to learn how to earn the wage |
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The end of the chapter four rabbit, time to turn the page |
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Pathetic cryin on ya knees, beggin for a lease please |
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Lemme keep the autographed poster and the creased sleeve |
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The whole prize vaporized before your eyes ya lost objective |
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Because the dream was no longer cost effective |
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Ya threw a gutter ball and still had to utter gaul |
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To profile and front, when you know my shit is butter y'all |
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From dawn to sunrise, sunrise to dawn |
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I drop math in ya path and rock on |
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Sunrise to dawn, from dawn to sunrise |
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For you to try battlin me would be unwise |
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From dawn to sunrise, sunrise to dawn |
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I drop math in ya path and rock on |
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Sunrise to dawn, from dawn to sunrise |
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For you to try battlin me would be unwise |