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We was raised in these streets on pork and poison meat |
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Now i recognize the beast and bare the mark of the gold teeth |
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Puff on the rolled leaf and bust on the police |
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While yall playas are fakin bacon we cook the whole beef. |
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I put it down plain, i stimulate the left and right brain |
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Cell by cell and frame by frame. |
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Names, dates, are all inmaterial. i big dick sick ryhme killer like cereal. i |
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Burn like venerial, and spit that imperial wizardry that climbs right through |
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The curcitry. |
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Choake your team for their cream but that's as far as we go |
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Drop shit like seaguls and smash your little ego. |
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I get visions like stevie and coleco, |
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Give me 2000 live people |
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One late show no seaquel. |
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Aint no equal in the flesh |
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I been through more evil than men do. |
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Nasty off the head and with the pen too![Chuck's verse] |
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Now im pissed |
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Easy to rhyme on tracks like this |
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The more things change |
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The more they remain the same |
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These games them vidiots |
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Playin on the brink of insane |
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Must be a hockey rink |
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Lost in their drink |
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In pursuit of plain jane |
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I think man they think a revolution be pretty in pink |
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Now in these new tracks |
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Some of these cats dont know how to act |
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All them criminal acts aint got nuttin to do wit rap |
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One hand cuffuffed behind them backs in black |
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Quiet riot ,yall cant hear one hand clap |
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Revolution is more than what you hear and what you see |
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The mass reintroduction |
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Of society to society |
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Together we got 100 years of sobriety |
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These clones |
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Who be flippin like new phones be surprisin me |
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Turned out |
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They happy just to be in the house |
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So im a call emout |
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I aint no church mouse |
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Luvout[Griff's verse] |
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I master rap |
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Write a 16 and half of that |
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Then eat some mix greens after that |
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My raps niggerish black like licorice |
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While wack rappers get rich off some jibberish |
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The hoods begging for deliverance"g" |
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I'm just a hood figure to deliverance this |
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L y should get into the "sy" |
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I'm thinkng me and pe should have passed it on |
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Society's the menace |
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He get's more love than tennis |
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On the road to riches |
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Cause revolutions expensive |
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Finance whips. finance clips spend our chips |
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In the ghetto raising rebelz with some fine azz tits. |
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No champagne no campaign no ice on my wrist |
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While bred'z dipp'n on fedz sipp'n on crys |
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Out of my mind ethiopian wine on my lips |
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Still aint signed the master mind |
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The masters mine. hey!!!! |
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Back in your dome where the rebelz rome |
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The greatest weapon in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed |
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Public enemy the 7th octave we out |
