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Check it out |
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Uhhh |
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Del's back, go get ya life preserver |
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Aquaman with the flow you might get murdered |
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You get caught in the slipstream |
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When I was fifteen |
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I was ripping |
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You were shoplifting |
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My accent on rap is smashin' |
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Emcees be past tense |
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Didn't make the draft pick |
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Come get ya ass kicked |
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You awful |
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And slothful |
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I'm grease lightning |
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Hit cha with shit that's uncalled-for |
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Leave ya jaw broke |
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Tryna simulate |
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Gimme a break |
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You rhyme purely functional |
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Merely fills the gap |
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I'm a rhymin' mercenary |
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I'ma kill the track |
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My brainstorm cause a cloud burst |
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Bring forth a rhyme like childbirth |
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Style search |
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Tearin' out the whereabouts of lyrics |
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Somethin' you don't care about |
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I eviscerate your mental state |
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Into strips of steak |
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I'ma situate barbituates to get you baked |
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Your effeminate image is far from intimidating |
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Cause my style you're imitating |
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That's as sin as Satan |
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Your corny insubordinate rhymes are like a porno flick |
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Compared to Edgar Allan ya spread ya talent thin |
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You gotta problem with balancing |
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Ya equilibrium is givin' up |
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Ya symmetry is imagery |
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Your videos are pretty dull |
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Big budget |
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But my poetry you covet |
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Mega-destructive |
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You can't fuck with |
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I'm loony wit language |
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This artform is truly endangered |
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So I change it, never doing the same shit |
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I'll make a profit off of oxygen |
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Phenomenon wit no homonyms |
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Hit'em wit a sonic boom |
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Eradicate ya Nom De Plume |
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Procure of insert a word wit hypodermic earnest |
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And leave ya burnin' like a furnace |
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Poetry protagonist |
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Leave you havin' strict |
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Advocate of whatever I'm imagining |
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That's what's happening |
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Party-goers call me Yoda |
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I use my force with fortitude |
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Just sure to groove |
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And support my crew |
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Hiero |
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Vital |
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Components in the lineage |
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Of Hip-Hop heritage |
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Where we go is limitless |
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(Chorus) |
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Let's follow along with the rhyme y'all |
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I bet some of y'all get lost and can't find y'all |
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Just on a mission to let you know that I'm raw |
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With the Jaw Gymnastics verbals for your minds y'all |
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[Casual] |
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I'm the difference between Hanna Barbara and Hanibal the Barbarian |
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The metal stiletto ghetto cesarean |
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Word carryin' clarion |
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My drum kicks got blood on a steel toe |
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Nasty like crud on a dildo |
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For real though |
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Bram bisque gets bust and break a baller for his billfold |
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Better beware boy before the shoddy make ya body prostrate |
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Huh |
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Before they dope make ya eyes dilate |
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My rhymes'll gyrate |
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Irate |
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Liquid spills covering nine states |
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Liftin' crime rates |
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Shiftin' earth plates |
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Casual amongst the ranks of greats |
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Bitch niggas get treated and took out like dates |
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They lightweights |
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Have dat ass beggin' for another day like Nate |
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Your hard |
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Boulevard facade'll get you scared |
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Get cha shit served preserved |
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Banned, canned and jarred |
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And labeled as a fable |
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Ya unstable |
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My methods on the mic make money under the table |
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Pay-Per-View, Digital-TV, or Cable |
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By cell phone, via satellite, or right at cha label |
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Hell, you can even send an email |
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I rip that ass in 500K detail |
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Use a seasheall |
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In an ocean of emotion |
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Periless notions of my delicate delivery devotion |
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[Del The Funky Homsapien & Casual] |
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Minimal effort make are shit sound phat |
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Delvon |
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And Smash Boogie |
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We gets down like that |
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You know I grab the mic |
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And hit cha tit for tat |
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Delvon |
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And Smash Boogie |
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We gets down like that |
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(Chorus 2X) |