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Yo whattup |
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E? Yo whattup |
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Starbuck, what's goin on? |
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Yeah how you livin? |
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Yeah you know just smokin every day, whassup? |
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Yeah let me tell you hip-hop's |
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WACK man Yeah |
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I know, say word |
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All these |
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MC's got diseases |
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Yeah they got like frostbite, there's a bad plague baby |
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MC's got delusions of grandeur and such {*brrrr, brrrrr!*} |
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Yeah man, yo we gotta tell 'em whassup [Eon] |
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Now go make a record, and go rob a bank |
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Now you got |
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Cool C-itis to thank |
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Copped that advance, but lost that check |
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Must be due to |
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Alzheimer's onset |
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Go up in the label, when honies start feelin ya |
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Hobbes you better catch some |
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A&R felia(?) |
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And female rappers don't have a chance |
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Need flow augmentation and mic implants |
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Yo, you went to bed with that hoochie redhead? |
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Caught half-steppin cause she got a peg leg |
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Shot your milk, she didn't swallow it? |
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That's cause girl was lactose intolerant |
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Smoke with |
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E, you gonna have fun |
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Oh, but by the way, leave with collapsed lungs |
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Try and spit, but nothin comes out |
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Braindead |
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MC's all got cotton mouth [Chorus: repeat 2X] |
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This be a list of hip-hop's diseases |
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Too much ice gon' have shorty sneezin |
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Too much 'dro will leave a kid wheezin |
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Head's too big, stab you up for no reason [Eon] |
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You with wifey dog, get a car from |
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Sonya It's likely you'll catch |
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Nokia phobia |
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You shiverin from ice, hold a mic device |
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It's most certainly some rappers frostbite |
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Go up in the club, in moderation |
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Cause online you be catchin |
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Peter Geisha'n impatient |
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Ha ha, rollin trees, only got seeds |
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Man's puffin crystals, green with envy |
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Rhymin for the loot, to get some mass |
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You a prime candidate for a heart bypass (clear! clear!) |
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You online, think you the dopest |
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Geek caught a case of wack internet-a-tosis |
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Startin rumors, check the tabloids |
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Caught a Blaze haze, maybe |
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Source hemerrhoids (ouch) |
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Wack on stage, with off-beat ailment |
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At a show catch a microphone impalement [Chorus] [Eon] |
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Scrub your hands fifty times, and wash the smut odor |
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Obvious obsessive compulsive disorder |
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Up I got downers, down |
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I got uppers |
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Now chuggin |
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Pedia Sure for ****in suppper (glug glug glug) |
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Step to E, no microphone contest |
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Soon learn about inferiority complex |
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I'm stuck on hip-hop, can't get a fix 'til |
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Mighty Mi deals me a dope remix |
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Now I'll supply prescriptions |
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Come to the mother****in spot, if you havin wack visions |
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Writers block? |
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Just can't flow? |
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Hit you off with a double mic hydro |
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You goin gold if you got the patience |
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Son check in you got rap hallucinations |
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The surgeon, wack |
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MC's I carve up |
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Hip-Hop med school, |
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Dr. Starbucks [Chorus] |
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Yeah E, I don't know |
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I still don't think they know |
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Smut Peddlers, |
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Cage, in the house |
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Mighty Mi, in the house |
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Yes indeed all the dirty people, in the house |
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Yo, you better go get checked |
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Go to the clinic, cause you got somethin |
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Don't say you got nothin |
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Cause we're all diseased, right |