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Pump up the track some for your partner |
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[Chorus:] |
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Lets see how many rappers can go the length |
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Back in your system with extra strength |
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We eat emcees, outdo and surpass em |
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But what's gonna make ya different than the last one? |
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[Verse One: Casual] |
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Boy you touchable |
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No need to get apologetic |
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Get your bottom dollar, bet it |
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Its your problem, I'm a let it |
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Alone, the High Priest on the microphone |
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Taking historical lyrical oracles to the dome |
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My rap is blessed, miraculous |
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In fact the impact is just, spectacular |
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Intact with the knack to bust butts |
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Need I discuss? |
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My rhymes make your brain freeze like slush |
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Or slurpees, with unpredictable bumps like herpes |
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Lets see if you can serve these superb emcees |
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All you thirty-third degrees |
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I've figured out history's mysteries |
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My kinetic energetic poetic motion |
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Subsides your synthetic notion |
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Of being the best, fully pressurized |
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Back up off the microphones, I suggest, you guys |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Verse Two: Casual] |
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I'm the epitome of shit we be trying to do |
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When we go and write a rhyme or two |
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You need some competition? |
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Boy, you better find my crew |
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We make clean cuts like a diamond do |
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Inclined in the mind |
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And the beat hit with perfect timing too |
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When I come to your community |
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I'm flexing diplomatic immunity |
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Protection connection |
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Legalize MP5's just to tear up your section |
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[Pep Love:] |
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And this is what you must stay aware of |
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Hieroglyphics faction |
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Back in your system with extra strength |
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The eternal energy interaction |
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Got me developing quicker and |
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You in a predicament |
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Punk! |
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Politicians still wishing we would take |
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Their prescription for death |
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Got my trigger finger itchin to grab the mic |
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Dishing the truth and the magic |
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Bust with magnum force |
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And advance forth |
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[Chorus x2] |
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Verse Three: Pep-Love |
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We got to fertilize the soil |
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Actualize the turmoil |
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Then sift through the facts and the lies |
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The world and the war is intense |
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But I remain relaxed in my intents and actions |
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My lyrics are bottomless pits |
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Now they got the red dot on us |
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Is it a hit? |
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We escaped every plot on us |
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Watch as we aviate on tape |
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And make a statement with what we create |
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Just wait til the tide break, or dust settle |
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My ? vibrate, and if I must bust metal |
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Adjust the level |
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Release the clutch of the devil |
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While I conduct this concerto |
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Traveling the ruckus to bring justice |
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Ring through abyss |
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And bliss'll overwhelm you |
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(Now that we at the helm) |
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You don't quit |
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We go into a realm you never been |
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And seldom conceived |
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Perfection achieved |
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[Chorus x2] |
