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"The Ultimatum, let's abbreviate em" - LL Cool J 'Incredible' |
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A.O.T.P. |
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"You can't fuck with the" |
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[King Magnetic] |
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The ultimatum ain't debated, ain't the same as when you waitin' |
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For someone to keep their word or the paper from a payment |
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Ain't negating nothin' |
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I can break their front and take it from them |
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Wait a month and take a pump and make 'em want to make up somethin' |
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Take an up and coming artist |
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Or classic figure |
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If you see me reaching out, it's to smack a nigga |
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Melanin scheme is telling 'em squeeze, shell an MC to breeze |
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Ease G's |
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Felony three on melody schemes |
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They selling them dreams |
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DMX is Nelly to me |
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Tellin' 'em please, just leave |
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Before I have to swell a person |
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It's no question/Kwestion like playing the accapella version |
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[Des Devious] |
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Look I said it before, shouldn't say it again |
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But in case you hard of hearing look you and your mans |
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Can get it in the worst way, run when killers thirsty |
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For a lame and his blood |
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Sweep it under the rug |
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Just like it never happened |
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We professional fighters |
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And I ain't talking about scrapping |
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I'm talking pistol grippin' |
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You know the rest, no need to, stress how my niggas live it |
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Just know we go so hard, for doe and lavish livin' |
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And since I had my taste can't find nothing that's better |
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Ridin' high gripping wood, ass on the softest leather |
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Are y'all some scary dudes? |
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Man I ain't afraid of you |
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Murder you, crack a brew and watch it on the news |
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[Reef The Lost Cauze] |
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Get stabbed by the cuts on the Kwest beat, respect beef |
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Marty McFly shit, get knocked into next week |
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What does the future hold? Bullets going through your clothes |
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My niggas is all large like a Jewish nose |
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Hold more arms than a hookah bowl |
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Y'all motherfuckers ain't been nice since the Eagles won the Superbowl |
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Check your stat books, get your rat hooks |
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Out my rap books, biting-ass niggas get your snacks took |
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You in the scrapbook scrap shook |
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Y'all niggas think beef is what these dudes type on they Macbooks |
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I'll smash your Hewlett-Packard |
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You fucking doofus rapper |
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A.O.T.P. fuckers, it's the newest chapter |
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[King Syze] |
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Catch me in the street dressed pretty as hell |
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But when it comes to these raps I get gritty for real |
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Knock 'em out the box Syze |
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I spin your motherfucking head counterclockwise |
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Y'all niggas is not Syze |
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You full of shit like a pa pa |
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Labels better cross them T's, dot them I's or them shots fly |
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Pass the Master, have to blast you |
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Chokin' the track like please excuse the asthma |
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Please excuse my French, fuck the Spanish |
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Talking ghetto language the hood can understand it |
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I wrath of God Satan, fuck the apostles |
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Army of the Pharaohs back ready to rock you |
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[Vinnie Paz] |
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Vinnie fucking smash your jaw |
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It ain't nobody rapping half as raw |
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I was writing rhymes over loops by Stacey Lattimore |
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Guess you wondering what Vinnie need all the assassins for |
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Guess you wondering if I'm a communist or fascist boy |
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Shoot three at you and push the rock like this was basketball |
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Chop your body up in little pieces with my plastic saw |
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Y'all need to overstand the jux is real |
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I run with ghetto boys/Geto Boys and I ain't talking Bushwick Bill |
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If looks could kill then y'all would be kaputs for real |
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We drink your blood and hang your body up on hooks of steel |
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I push the pills, call me Vinnie the psychiatrist |
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And y'all are gonna have to see defeat/feet like a podiatrist |
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[Celph Titled] |
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In the dice game you say I won't place those bets |
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That's like saying you know the Wu, but call that dude Ghostface Deck |
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I leave your whole face wet like you got hit with a water balloon |
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The size of a propane jet |
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Altercations all took place and no police was involved |
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If I'm beefin' we ain't greetin', I'm deleting you, pa |
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I keep my weed in a jar |
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And roll it in a Philly wrapper |
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I'm A.O.T.P. so I roll with Philly rappers |
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And will kill a rapper |
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Don't believe us? Try us |
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We the illest out believe it I'm not biased |
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At best you're a rookie |
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Your show's like a Catwoman audition |
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Cause we'll see who plays the best pussy |
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[Planetary] |
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It's the ultra (ultra) |
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Magnetic like I'm seven foot |
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Outsmart your art of rhyme though I've never read a book |
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Off with your head, you shook in the corner shiverin' |
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Delivering a dosage of the most potent Ritalin |
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You must be kiddin' nigga, this ain't no Kid-N-Play |
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More like N.W.A. |
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Fuck you kids gonna say? |
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Hola Hola aye |
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Oh God hold my trey pound |
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You rap clowns sit around in broad day |
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Broadstreet Bully rap |
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Yo Kwest you took me back |
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To the scuffed trees and the Champion hoodies in black |
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I blacked out |
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Snap in a packed house |
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The gallon of Jack's out |
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Des got my passed out |
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[Apathy] |
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You can't take the word on the street from a bird on the wire |
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And you'll never hear the truth in the church of a liar |
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Real men converse, you prefer to conspire |
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Give it a year you'll be the first to retire |
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We don't roll with snakes, we curse a pariah |
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You're mad at your people over earthly desires |
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You don't believe it? Just peep the verses |
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Presidential, we roll deep as secret service |
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[Crypt The Warchild] |
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Too many niggas claim they O.G. |
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But most of them won't approach me |
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Catch me everywhere, my niggas like to play low key |
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I'm mostly surrounded by apes, gorillas |
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Out of a broken home so they label us hateful niggas |
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Never take a nation of mills, it takes a killer |
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On medication chasin' their pills with haze and liquor |
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Bad lieutenant in a black whip, black shottie |
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Dragging a safety net only cause we catch bodies |
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We act snotty and rap godly and clap loudly |
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They don't want hardcore cause they fags probably |
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I don't make shit to make you want to paint a canvas |
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I spit fatal language only to cause pain and anguish |
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[Journalist] |
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Don't bring drama to the old-timers |
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When it calls for a time and you catch Alzheimer's |
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And turn into Carl Thomas |
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I'll pack a Lama |
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Separate the lions from llamas and alpacas if I pow pow at ya |
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Ali bumaye |
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Zoom by clappin' ya |
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Wound guys, the room guys, moon by massacre |
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Verse so raw I'm trying to tell ya |
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I'm salmonella poisonin' these boys in the path of the craft |
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Lean on the Craftmatic |
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Paralyzed from ass to your calf |
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Half radish for half of the cabbage |
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Five and a half hours, dime bags is sour |
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Get twisted, niggas get high as the Comcast tower |
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Lifted |
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Like a dumbbell, inhale, your lungs swell |
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Whiff of the piff bury the gun smell |
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Either you run well, the shells stick in you like a thumbtack |
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Pistol clip you like a thumbnail |
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Won't get caught for a thumbprint |
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The lawyer eat the case like roast |
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Deploy you and your boy, ain't payin' one cent |
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Hide your charms |
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Firearms, will rip through the bone and the marrow |
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It's the Army of the Pharaohs |
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[Scratching] |
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"The Ultimatum, let's abbreviate em" - LL Cool J 'Incredible' |
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A.O.T.P. |
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"You can't fuck with the" |
