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My time is short, my thoughts are lazer |
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Precise and accurate master any phase of |
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Modern technology, concerning audio fidelity |
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Finally settling you meddling foes who ain't never in vogue |
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You just better let go before I get in your dome |
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And just set up a home to rest |
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DZL, he only promote the best |
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Lockin' up to blow the set |
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Sky high, nice try, nigga |
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I roll with vets who never stray away |
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From the flavor, taste some |
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Oopsie, I threw in some razor blades, ace of spades |
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I lay naysayers to waste |
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Prey for grace but act like you want it first |
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'Cause see me, I'm not at all concerned |
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Really though you need a hearing aid |
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'Cause you don't hear me though |
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Slap you in your earlobe |
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With funk till you fear it though |
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My time, priceless, my rhyme, niceness |
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I got something for you and I think you gone like it |
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Funk in the fashion, something to blast |
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In your vast envelope of space and keep a hold of the faith |
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Build strength to hold the weight |
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You go against the grain, you get told to your face |
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Like, eh, dude, I ain't here to grade you |
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But you way due for a learnin' |
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Once I drip some funk in your ear |
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You gone feel that burnin' in your sternum |
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That's how you know, you ain't fast, you slow |
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Gimme that, you can't have it no more |
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You just a victim of circumstance, so fuckin' what? |
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Everybody got the same story, it's classical |
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That's the whole balance of the challenge of gettin' there |
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First you gotta get by the status quo |
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Assholes with nothin' to do but fuckin' with you |
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My time is spent on comin' up |
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With a new way to touch on the truth |
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Trust in the Lord who dominate over |
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More than your millions afford |
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All aboard, you comin' whether you wanna or not |
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And it's gonna get hot, I saved you a spot |
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Funk in the first degree on me, have a big helpin' |
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If you repel it then you start meltin' |
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'Cause you all jealous |
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Greedy fuckin' car dealers |
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A big hoax, no, I don't feel you folks |
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But I smell you just the same |
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Nothing's changed, you play games |
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But your stench I can pick up a mile away |
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I'm stylin' on fakes who imitate to get a plate |
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But as you can see you ain't finer |
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Get a taste of nothin' but the funk, so say your grace |
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As I invade your space and gauge your weight |
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I'm real heavy, feel every, nerve ending, bending |
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Antennas up and catchin' what you sendin' |
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Focus my attention on gettin' it and keepin' it |
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Defeat the stress with some funk to digest |
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Conductin' dialect, just like a symphony |
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Pimp epiphany when hoes try to trick on me |
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Ce la vie, they gone be all they can be |
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Banshees that keep me on my toes, dancing |
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And I'm light on my feet, Bigfoot, quick and nimble |
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Your head is thick, you simple |
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You know who I'm talkin' to, all of you |
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Ain't nothing wrong, just stay cool |
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This only phase two of everybody |
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Play the fool, your move, fool |
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And hurry up, I ain't got all day |
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And you gotta move now, you playin' the game |
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You stay in the game, Jack |
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Bitch out now and you get sent back |
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And you miss a turn, now you get to sit and burn |
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Now you really hot |
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My time, priceless, my rhyme, niceness |
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I got something for you and I think you gone like it |
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Funk in the fashion, something to blast |
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In your vast envelope of space and keep a hold of the faith |
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Build strength to hold the weight |
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You go against the grain, you get told to your face |
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My time, priceless, my rhyme, niceness |
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I got something for you and I think you gone like it |
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Funk in the fashion, something to blast |
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In your vast envelope of space, keep a hold of the faith |
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Build strength to hold the weight |
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You go against the grain, you get told to your face |
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Told to your face |
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And I'm light on my feet, Bigfoot |
