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Yeah, from New York to Japan my plan will slam |
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Holding my own up in this piece |
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DJ Premier and of coarse DJ Honda |
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Jazzy Jay in the house, check it out |
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It's goin' on right here, international type vibe |
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Check the moves kid |
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I came to get the doe, what you expected |
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I came to mack the hoes, what you expected |
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I came to strictly flow, what you expected |
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Look out, I'm about to blow, hit the exit |
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Next in command |
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It's the 5 foot 8 and three quarter warrior |
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Take a stroll down my corridor |
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I can effortlessly instantly burn MC's into effergy |
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It's treachery |
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'Cuz my skills have developed |
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I envelope situations that I'm facin' |
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Each lacin' and I'm chasin' those the suppose |
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That their game wasn't so fat |
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Yeah, right punk you know that, forget the media labels |
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'Cuz most of the ducks are fucked up and unstable |
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Scared of the black stuff but I like to act up |
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And get real ill 'cuz I'm too hot to chill, stupid |
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I came to get the doe, what you expected |
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I came to mack the hoes, what you expected |
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I came to strictly flow, what you expected |
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Look out, I'm about to blow, hit the exit |
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What you expected |
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Pussy step back, fake jake |
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I don't get down like that |
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I kick the facts then I sit and I mack |
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With a sound like that you a 1000 wack |
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Get a think link, try to hang |
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And bang now your head swings |
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'Cuz my intellect is universal |
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For me to do or die with no rehearsal |
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One verse will take you outta |
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The weak format and bitch MC's can take a powder |
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Still you scower and skin your grill up |
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But you'll be a casualty that got filled up |
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With my ammo 'cuz I slam your ass to the concrete |
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You got defeated punk |
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What you expected |
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Came to collect my loot, what you expected |
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I like the girl that's cute, what you expected |
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Givin' MC's the boot, what you expected |
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I do my duty, what you expected |
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What you expected |
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Five albums deep into this rap game |
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I slap lame 'cuz straight is my aim as I state my claim |
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As the Bald Head Pimpsta here to administer |
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Sinister attacks upon those who lack |
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Thee ability to finesse the beat vocal techniques |
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I slam like Dominique |
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And you know my rhymes are punishin' |
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Like torture to your structure |
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Brain cells rupture what you expected |
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What you expected |
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I came to get the doe, what you expected |
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I came to mack the hoes, what you expected |
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I came to strictly flow, what you expected |
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Look out, I'm about to blow, hit the exit |
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Came to collect my loot, what you expected |
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I like the girl that's cute, what you expected |
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Givin' MC's the boot, what you expected |
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I do my duty, what you expected |