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If you really want it...I can bring it to ya |
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If you really want it...I can bring it to ya |
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If you really want it...I can bring it to ya |
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So, make up your mind, cause I'm itching to move through ya |
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[Tonedeff] |
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You have never heard this flow before |
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Hold your soul in and then close the door |
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Shut it tight, 'cause I bring that raw hardcore |
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Dirty flow to pump and leave your heart sore |
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I'm sure the rhythms and the rhymes are pure |
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The lyrical auteur to pitiful sophomores |
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Emcee wannabes that all got tours |
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Prepare to surrender your shit and fall to all fours |
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This is yet another redefinition of the emcee |
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With a view to a kill no matter what the lens see |
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I focus on flawed imaginations that's empty |
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And devoid of funk, pre-eminently |
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I've bent the original rules of rhyming so that nothing prevents me |
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Cause the drum & the bass tempt me |
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I've sent these words in verse, so, evidently you're done |
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Cause I refuse to bring it to you gently |
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[Chorus] |
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[Tonedeff] |
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You can call me the freeze-frame shutterbug |
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Cause I'll stop you dead in your tracks |
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And snap your picture while I'm at it |
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I've had it up to here with the static and the jeers |
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Response from my peers is automatic wreaking havoc on your ears |
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Been rapping for years, mastered every aspect |
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Of this craft, that I'm saddened to say is stagnant |
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I be laughing at half-wits, just coming to grasp with |
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Vocabulary patterns that's average, as I play with Symantecs |
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Famous for tactics, Lines that I - say with a passion age into classics |
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All while entertaining the masses |
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Drastic measures are implemented all in your head |
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The sandman to put 'em to sleep and then swallow the bed |
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I never, follow the trends, I'll bend whatever you set |
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I'll embody your style, and dismember your rep |
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Inventive and set on revising, revolutionizing the gears in this mega-machine |
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The appointed head of the team |
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Set on defeating the feeble, Completion is the true test |
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T-o-n-e-d-e-double-the-F, who's next? |
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[Chorus] |
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[Tonedeff] |
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Push forth, That's what this Jux' for |
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Never fall for these crooks with more titles bookstores |
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Always scheming on good scores, creaking on wood floors |
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But peep 'em and their hook's horse-shit, and their look's poor |
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Bordering on absurdity, Served the underground for an eternity |
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Yet, certainly most radio stations ain't never heard of me |
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Thirty-percent of these niggaz is flossing |
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The other seventy's thugging, emulating whatever they're watching |
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Caution, lost one, ain't you see the sign? Music's redefined |
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Just read between the lines |
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I'm bringing my expertise of extra heat |
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To melt this ice age at the hundred and 10th degree |
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Preventing me from accomplishing this is inexplicably devious thinking |
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Like shooting holes in a boat as you're sinking |
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Odds of survival, reduced to those of finding decent delinquents |
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If you stand in the way of progression, I'm pleased to bring it |
