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Well a who them a follow |
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smokealot - the vibesbringer no dead ringer |
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the trigger finger, got bombs in the grapevine |
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connected to tech nines |
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It's H the lyrical weapon |
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wanna clash me - let's get steppin |
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your girls' panties, I will be wetting |
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last night's events she won't be forgetting |
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Anticipating to tear through your spine |
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anticipating taking your time |
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when you're weak, they're telling you you are strong |
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when you're right, they're telling you you are wrong |
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Well a who them a follow |
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the mic fiend - kind 'a surprise into your eyes |
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no disguise, beatin' with time, switch sick, spit bricks |
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I'm blockin ya lines |
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No diggedy - deeper than most |
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trust me crew I got reason to boast |
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if you want war, then bring it |
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'coz there's no doubt, I'll easily win it |
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I bring quick brawls, fast trouble |
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for every line you buss, I blast double |
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when you're weak, they're telling you you are strong |
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when you're right, they're telling you you are wrong |
