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These days a lot of niggas is wack* |
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All I hear is who gonna bring new york back |
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The south is this the south is that |
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Slinging crack in the white tee in the trap |
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Sippin patron and yak |
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Ringo hit me up on the jack |
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And said man spit that spat |
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And leave that chicken scratch for frick and frack |
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Guru told me slow up the flow |
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Cause science and metaphors will slow up the dough so here we go Gs up hoes down |
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If rap was like blacks in the sixties, I'm a white cop in riot gear ready to hose down |
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Memo to all I'm settin you hoes down |
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I'll spray a sick round on any sick clown who wanna get down |
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From nueve york to chit-own |
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Comprende, wack rappers bow when they in the presence of the sensei |
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The flow is, muy caliente |
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Jaydolf spitler, rap hitler |
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One man militia |
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Burnin niggas live with the scripture |
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The sound waves shake the dead in they graves |
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Pro toolsll import the session from the richter |
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No wonder I'm the victor |
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If a thousand words is equivalent to a picture |
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Then welcome to the cinema |
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Shot of wheat grass in the enema |
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Who wanna style war with the emperor |
