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DJ Premier on the boards, |
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Can-I-Bus on the bars with the Lyrical Law |
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Just listen to the rhymes, don't behave cruel to be kind |
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And I'ma show you how I'm nice with mines |
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Forced to start from scratch to rhyme from the heart when I rap |
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Looking forward to not looking back |
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I spit supernatural, look out for the planet sized shrapnel |
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Rip the Jacker bout to get at you |
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Ripping: Seek & Destroy the motherfucking beat mission |
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The rugged rude boy rasta on roids tripping |
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Martial arts for the mind, Mandelbrot Hip Hop design |
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You don't understand, stop trying! |
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The Hip Hop conglomerate, we legends putting it down |
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You got to honor it, fuck the politics |
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The B-2 bomb pilot waiting for that long silence |
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Then I will diagnose with tinnitus |
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The cuneiform symbols on my uniform tell you what I been through |
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Nigga, i wish it was that simple |
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The Master Gunnery Combatant blasting mixtape assassin |
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Cptn. Cold Crush get it cracking |
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Heat it up till the bones blacken |
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My microphone double action, I grab it, switch to automatic |
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The savage spitting it rapid, I ricochet 7.62 Jacket |
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Full Metal Gold Plaque classics |
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[Chorus x2: Canibus] |
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I take it back, back to the Golden Era of Rap |
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When it was exactly that |
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Not specifically jams in the park |
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But when emcees used to talk with advanced thought |
