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Come on, move it! Get in one line here! |
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(Double K) |
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I got, ten MC's held up in a line |
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Cause all these dudes told me that they knew how to rhyme |
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So which one will it be that I choose to test first |
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The way he grabbed the mic showed signs of a pussy and even worse |
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He was talkin bout a gat that wasn't tucked in his waist |
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So I ???? into the next sucka face (next) |
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This fool was pretty dope, told him, keep up the good work |
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Gave him a pound and a pin, moved on to this next jerk |
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Hey yo, dude looked like Usher with his chest all exposed |
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Bustin bout bitches he be hittin and his stupid ass clothes |
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Bitch smile on his face like there were hands in the air wavin' |
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But I was anticipatin with Satan to see him bakin' |
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Under the authority of someone lower than me |
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Started gettin tired (yawn!), skipped three, now here's the seventh MC |
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Looked like a pretty cool guy, but sounded like Treach (Hay! Ho!) |
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Moved around all fast screamin with weapons around his neck |
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It was like a ****in joke, me and the gang got a good laugh, |
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He got all hot, tried to dulo, we beat his ****in ass like |
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(sounds of fighting) |
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Number eight was a female, at least that's how I figured, |
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Until it started rappin, sounded like one of my niggas, |
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God damn this that, and all the guns in the world |
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Harder than most niggas on the mic, even had a Jheri Curl (damn!) |
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Sent her to Jenny Jones, for the little makeover, |
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Told her, "be back in two weeks!" you see all I wanted to do was bone her |
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Word, she's out like yesterday's six pack |
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So let's get back to the last two, yo they from the same crew, |
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What should we do, Thes said he knew them niggas from some open mic spot, |
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They tried to gun up, got cut up, so here's round 2 |
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"Yea you money! I'm talkin to you!" |
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"You got a battle rap? Battle me!" |
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"Wassup?!" |
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"Battle me!" |
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"Wassup?!" |
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(Thes One) |
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Yo! What would you do if I could prove you didn't exist and it was true |
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Like ??? solidified proof of your essence |
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Of you in the spoof of your birth |
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Now I guess that would lesson your worth to the dirt and the earth |
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And the leaf, now I leave you alone without belief that your really here |
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And assist you beneath your fear |
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An endearing tear would fall if all that I said was true, |
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Am I right or ???, too complex for quote |
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I'll have the final say, |
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Like the rope to the boat to the dock, you're not free yet, man |
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You're sick, stuck, caught, sick in the head, |
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Stuck to the bed, you're dumbfed |
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Diseased with that mononuclear, what I look like money?! |
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That latin listening to Coolio? So I ask, |
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What was your mom's task when she had you? |
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If fully she knew that through all of her pain |
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Her baby was born without brain and insane and just plain, |
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no style! No smile, your memories are worth a shitpile to me |
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You believe that you're free?!! Man, free from your mom, |
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Free from the man and most of all free from me but you see, |
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I've caught you! My bad you don't really exist, |
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So I got to, explain this so when I tell you how not to, |
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You won't do it, I'm screwin your thinkin! |
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I know I exist and I prove it cause I'm listening to you |
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But I ask, what if God was an evil genius who only made you believe you were |
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true? |
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And your life was nothing man! Just a really long dream |
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And when you die you'll start a whole new life, a whole new dream |
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But that was just a dream, and it seems man you can't break out the cycle |
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Am I crazy? Go to your church and ask your white God if I'm right though, |
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Whatever he replies will be lies, we've already established this evil, |
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When I'm lying, you don't exist but merely as emotion and perceival, |
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Believe you'll be round tomorrow kid, yo, |
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You've borrowed time with no entrance, |
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And since you're a dream I can mentally put on the pinch |
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And you disappear in an instant, |
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Fool what?! What?! |
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"nigga **** you! You can't rap anyway" |
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"We up out of here!" |
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"Sucka ass niggas! Eat a dick!" |
