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Dangerous Minds |
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See, she got trapped from the rear, Tiger Chan and Takbir |
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Slap em down, make em drown, in the muddy water slaughter |
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You oughta be able to pick up your pen and defend |
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Cause if you can't, me and my friend, terrorizin all |
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Revoke all my actions and still won't fall |
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Stab you all like rag dolls - time for voodoo |
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See we can do what you do - change your smelly diapers filled with doo doo |
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Then toss them in the trash, then laugh (ha), you're weak |
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To Deac', your piece don't ever ever try to compete |
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I'm fat in cellulite, keep it discrete and delete |
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No longer will you exist in the war of the wack minds |
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Takbir, rollin on fools like Pathfinders |
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It's the grandmaster, who flash when I'm runnin |
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laps around those who can't adapt to fat sounds |
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Backgrounds and pots on stage is what you need and yo |
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Ryu, pass me the gauze to stop the bleeding |
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Jaycee got sick with the tracks, so I flip with the rap |
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Enough dope, to make the world's biggest triple beam collapse |
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Jump up and get jacked |
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Collide like an avalanche and a haystack |
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Stay back, the will of force is awesome |
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Tied em up to the pole with ropes and scorch em |
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Burnin with the flame and the match I aim |
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Shoot splat, uh oh, uh oh, what who's that? |
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Yeah Tak-Takbir, uh ah ah, yeah, yeah |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah.. |
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"Hit 'em at point blank range and watch em radiate" |
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A wicked combination with my dangerous mindstate |
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"Hit 'em at point blank range and watch em radiate" |
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Suffocate the victim he's trapped with no escape |
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Yo, it's Tiger Chan from San Fernand' |
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Dolo trippin fat vocal code bring katanas to your throat |
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My persona is that of a Don Dadda, so I gotta |
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slay sixty-four suckers and bounce like an Impala |
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from the junkyard, scientifically pullin your trump card |
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Speak with RESPECT when you speak of the God |
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But yo bust it, I get up in asses like hand puppets |
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When Ryu bring da ruckus rappers start kickin the bucket |
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Tackle me who's the toughest, kid to get clowned |
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Rolled smoked and passed around Cuban imported Dutches |
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Lyrics servin me justice, plus it's payin my bills |
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Step up and get swept up like kitchen spills |
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By the man who got more skills than Tupac got mills |
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in a shoebox, BANGIN S.O.B. out your boombox |
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Fucker! |
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Hahhah, so what happened? |
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Actin like a G, but your name ain't Julio |
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Messin with my Dangerous Mind like you was Coolio |
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Michelle Pfeiffer, I keep it hyper like a sniper |
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Buckin in plain view, my fangs bare like a viper |
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Step into my cypher son and get tagged |
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Around the toe MC RahRah now you John Doe |
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"I'm goin out blastin, takin my enemies with me" |
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Strictly with the rhymes, Dangerous Minds is risky |
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"I'm goin out blastin, takin my enemies with me" |
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Whiskey in the brain keep me from goin insane |
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"I'm goin out blastin, takin my enemies with me" |
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Tipsier than hippie hallucigenic semantics |
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"I'm goin out blastin, takin my enemies with me" |
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It ain't nuttin but some ol' Tiger Tiger Tiger Chan shit. |
