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Caps get peeled rolling in my force field |
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Like a nine with hollow points I keep rap flows that's ill |
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So when you walkin' down the block |
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You better watch who you approachin' |
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I'm not your R&B singer so ain't no need for vocal coachin' |
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Just a forty and a roach and I'll admit you rock the units |
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While y'all niggaz couldn't move me if you worked for starvin' students |
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Downin' all beer types from St Ide's to Red Stripe |
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(Yipes) |
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The menace stuffin' mics down motherf**kers windpipes |
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Has returned to burn it's time y'all niggaz learn |
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I naturalize y'all niggaz like relaxer in a perm |
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With flows that go against the grain with a story so compellin' |
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I should mind the people's court |
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Snatch the mic from Doug Llewellyn and host my own show |
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After Bill Cosby comes Ricooooo |
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Transmitting live to all my black people |
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Catch my drift I'm down with my nigga E-Swift |
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My name is Tash I'm from the group that you don't wanna f**k with |
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Never shy sippin' on some why ask why |
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Smokin' Thai with this bitch that's more fly than Jasmin Guy |
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Hooked up with John Q so let me do my thing |
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While niggaz rock the play shit that they bought from Chess King |
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But still I train rhymes to flip like a seal |
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Niggaz say my rhyme skill on the steel is unreal |
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But all I do is chill and swing it when I bring it |
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Oh shit that's my nigga show these niggaz how you figure |
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I bring it to your chest pour all the way live |
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And deliver ill verse guaranteed to cause highs |
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When we start rappin' heads roll like Patton |
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With the flood blood clot the Alkaholiks rhyme a lot |
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Yo I'm like Grimace when I'm on this rap scrimmage |
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And I got this magic want to make your puny soul diminish |
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The abstract delivers I be the Queens nigga on point |
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Mary Jane ain't nuttin' but a joint |
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They called a nigga up to add a little bit of flavor |
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Now I'm cuttin' and slashin' like Luke's light saber |
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Yeah what You trapped in the zone |
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Where MC's get seared and all spots blown |
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And in this rap shit a nigga need to be thicky |
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I f**k with the crew who downs the deuce deuce Mickey's |
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I'm from the rotten apple y'all niggaz can't grapple |
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And love to the Liks hit your ass like a tackle |
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Pow bust my liquid-ass style |
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Peace to Mad Lib and my nigga Wild Child |
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Yo put in the disc E while I hit the whiskey |
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(Bust a rhyme off the head J) |
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The nigga missed me I'm in this rap game so I'ma aim to be best |
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It's fresh but off the head it's like the dunk contest |
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I don't walk the street I roll my Jeep in an instant |
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I rock the beat to sleep like an infant |
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The Likwit crew comin' like this on you |
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With that four minute Olde English piss on you |
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You're bustin' dumb raps off the cap oh shit |
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But I got the pen and pad locked down like a pit |
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I let the ink submerger into the thin wood sheets |
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Beats make my head bop so I'ma rock it for the streets |
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I fill all my days with big butts and boom |
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I let my pants hand 'cuz my big nuts need room |
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I'm not old school or new school I'm modern school I'm ditchin' |
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When my girl starts bitchin' I gets got like a kitchen |
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I fly down like the Chi-town wind |
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'Cuz I got the iller noise to make the hardcore grin |
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When the saints come marchin' in |
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I'ma roll right by 'em in the fly Lincoln |
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Roughneck niggaz wanna box me down |
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'Cuz I got the ladies lookin' like Foxy Brown |
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The Liks bring the beer Tip sticks it in your ear holes |
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I drop the mic and strike the Heisman pose |
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Hardcore G I get hardcore man |
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From the underland a f**kin' wonderman bam |
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Lunatic potential an isperential differential |
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Confidentially smashin' instrumentals |
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On this tune I bring raps of doom to the mic |
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And put my rear shit in flight peep |
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If the drunk funk don't wanna hump in your trunk |
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Man you got some motherf**kin' junk |
