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I got rhymes for the deaf dumb and blind |
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and a 20/20 eyesight; big mouth yappin |
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crystal clear ear competition mere child's play |
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when I'm formin up, can't be guarded now, sendin y'all to the |
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drawing board, I floored niggaz with the skills |
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I'm sick and bored, of all the triggers and the steel |
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that you're cappin; why don't you give all that weak shit a rest |
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and start rappin - I'm puffin the buddha bless yes I'm packin |
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BOWLS, and spittin the rhymes on ?testabra? |
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Be like D'Wayne from What's Happening talking about "Uh-uhh!" |
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Ya, can't defeat me, delete me, beat me, greet me |
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with a grin or, get your chin jaw and your neck broke |
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And then I'll rip off your arm and throw it in a stew -- |
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boy I'll make mincemeat of you, ? speed a few, wimps eat a few |
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shirmps need a new, temp-orary mind-boggler, follow me, G |
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Niggerole, bigger flows, hover over small ones |
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Others flows will fall, come and get some |
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Runnin shit one rhyme AFTER the next |
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Master the flexology, follow me, take all of me |
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Fuck a beast, buck a beast, sucker please |
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Don't you know Miuziweighs-a-freakin-ton like Chuck D's? |
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Psych! Thought I would contradict myself, didn't ya? |
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I'm gettin ya |
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I'm hittin ya ass with bass all in your face so taste the bit |
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in ya, bowls of Soul, get on a Train but I'm not Don Cornelius |
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Really it's not no gimmicky shit like chicken popcorn |
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Now new and meatier, shootin like a meteor |
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Beats fat and beatier, feed me your brain child |
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the strange style contains foul language |
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So tell you kids to go to sleep so the beat can enhance you ock |
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If you a rapper grab your mic broke cancel the glock yo' |
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ass is grass and I'm the lawnmower hey bonhead nigga |
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put your rhyme in the towaway zone |
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Red's all I see like if my name was El Toro |
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On the land, smokin a reefer, underwater smokin a coral reef |
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I squash beef like a meat grinder |
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I'm the kind of chief rocker to seek and destroy boys |
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oy, I'm all of that and a plate of chitlins |
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So won't you sit and listen to the way I flip the script |
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like, a beat to make a flip to beat to breakin shit |
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delete you makin hits complete awaken kids I eat ya |
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like a batch of bacon bits takin it to the next step |
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LET'S GET ILL |
