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[Del] Aiyyo whattup El-P? |
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[El] Yo whattup Del-phonic? |
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[Del] Nuthin man; I was on the bus the other day man |
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tryin to listen to my Walkman |
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This mother****er all in my face |
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Tryin to holla at me and shit |
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I'm like, "Man - dude you just a offspring" |
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[Del] |
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I'm very interplanetary and vary with various experiments |
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Gregarious with verbals for your merriment |
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What El-P tell me to use, the beat di-ffuse |
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You lose and get played like a Moog |
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I'm rude revolting leave you molting |
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No thing - compares to my compadres |
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We'll take it to Broadway |
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It's beautiful the execution flawless |
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You all wet, soggy groggy when you saw me |
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But I never tire whenever I adjust my thrust |
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Females blush I bring the California gold rush |
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Your flow sucks, your stamina can't endure |
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I manicure your lavender amatuer landed words |
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You haven't heard? Cannabis analyst |
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Add a twist to my manuscripts |
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I'l have you sent to the showers |
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Me and El-P, is superpowers like the US and USSR |
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Blow you like the Deathstar |
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Leave your chest scarred like Sagat |
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My plot proliferates, hits you like barbituates |
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in a twist of fate and splits your face |
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It's the great DelTron-Z, soundbombing |
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Run to mommy, I'm airin out your dirty laundry |
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I'm shooting then executing you're aiming from mainstream |
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Your brain tingles, strangles your lame jingles |
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Bingo I bring flows that attack like wild dingoes |
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Can't be pigeonholed, anything goes gringo |
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[El-Producto] |
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Here we go - up jumps the outcast, sever the connection |
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My mostly overconfident acquaintances pull numbers |
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to the anti-potients and fear that I drip sick in |
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And rise out of my shell to teach sick or bedridden emcees |
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til they fear living |
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Blockin the cocks that bust shots, spittin smitten bitches |
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til the day of the locust, kitchen cutlery cuts |
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DMX 16 crossfade with a strange lust |
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Dr. Strangelove, born in the back of the train, fameless shame |
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shared with acne pick brain pit |
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Tried to capture the moment of subtle death |
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Destro magnet spit - action fit into capsules |
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slipped in the dirty waterway speaker cabinets |
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Maximum b-boy axiom stabbin shit |
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Intellectual women find that my rhyme style relaxes them |
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and wonder if I **** to the same rhyme style pattern |
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It's autobahn pipe bomb glass fragment shatter |
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to break new jacks at after parties for actin actual |
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Factor X into your formula for fresh thoughts |
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with a Megalon wingspan that bulge from the back of the text radical |
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Radio time tracks flatten your flattery |
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The tradition excuse used by biters; ambiguously homo |
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Knotted tights and colored underwear |
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that's wrapped around the brittle legs of |
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things without weapons - I'm grief diseased brethren |
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Swim in a sea of shit and malt liquor, feed on Excedrin |
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Radiate through tenements; emcees bleed estrogen! |
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Chorus: Del and El-P |
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Watch insanity increase |
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Break it up piece by piece |
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Never weak in the least |
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Think you better see a priest |
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(Mortality, don't battle me, it's costly |
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We the raw breed all of y'all is just the offspring) |
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[El] Yo Del kick that shit again |
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[Del] |
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Tomahawking your tom-tom club |
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You tried to holler at me at my show, lookin like you on drugs |
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You love the Del I'll thug you, bumpin Juvenile |
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Thinkin you in style, packin like you movin now |
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I move top speed, scott free with cock-D |
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Knock-kneed delivery that scorches you like Lockheed |
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Dr. Decibel, my deliverance is questionable |
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but as far as this session goes I'm wreckin skulls |
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Better check your pulse, we visionaries with this |
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Scarin the shit outta record labels next to fatal |
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Right beside homocide bonafied bewilderment |
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Militant diligence like I'm buildin pyramids |
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Peel your cap reveal your lack of flavor |
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Track your pager plus your celly |
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Piss on your Pele Pele, catch you comin out of belly |
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Dumbin out daily, tell me, what was your rationale |
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Think of matchin Del I disconect your PacTell |
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My mobile code words, showboat with no hope |
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for any rhyme you kick or any beat you load up |
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Leave you catatonic off a bag of chronic, skanless with anthems |
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Stomp your little cadence out at random |
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[El-Producto] |
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Ran-random, ran-random |
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El and Del-aphonic known to go off on a tantrum |
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Now you know.. |
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For the backpackers, for the computer hackers |
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For the misplaced famous, for all the video gamers |
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For the derranged krylon stain makers |
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For the ungry hungry ass verbal brain rapists |
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That New York to the Bay shit! |
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"Go off, go off!" |
