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Rock you, rock you |
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Rock you, rock you |
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Rock you, rock you |
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Come on, come on |
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Aiyyo y'all rappers less play, what I'm about to say |
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Will probably hit y'all niggas in a real strange way |
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Shmucks, ducks and half hearted prankster crews |
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Willie dank Langston Hughes, put shanks in crews |
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I debut to make the news and I've been killing it since |
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Still in the trench, buzzin' off the killin' dispense |
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I want my niggas out that barbwire still in the fence |
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Verbal assassin I'm a killer still in a sense |
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Rhymes is graphic |
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Aimin' straight at your minds and blast that weak shit |
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The pieces and particles of fragments mad vocabulist |
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Yes, I must confess |
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I'm like Diddy tryin' to sink a slug in Elliots chest |
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Just taste on that it's Black you can tally up that |
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You never knew that fate cut you until your belly was wet |
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New Delian cat the Fraggle Rock skully is split it's Black comin' |
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You can tell it's a hit, comin' to drop you nigga |
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We will rock you |
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We will rock you |
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We will rock you |
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Yo yall savages is primitive, I'm true penmanship |
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Here come the neuro-linguistic rhyme hypnotist |
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Making sound waves, prisoners outta the listeners |
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Legendary magnificent Pope distributors |
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Man I remain miles ahead of the game |
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Slang play off the meter 'cause it's never the same |
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Niggas tell me how they never comin' better then frame |
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They love what I say |
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Here come the rebel breaking the frame and it's all true |
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My earning bars arts is martial |
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I'm comin' to off you, I ain't tryin' to argue |
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When you least expect it I'm gonna step out the darkroom |
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Pull out the hardware tools the particles will spark you |
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My niggas wraps give a slice |
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I spit nice fucking around this twice |
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As much as rhythm is rolling a dice |
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To choose one, the noose or the gun |
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'Cause you're getting banged or hanged |
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Thought second to none nigga |
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We will rock you |
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We will rock you |
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We will rock you |
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Yo check it out whether you ballin' |
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Or just one the wall and groovin', groovin' |
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We've come to get it kickin' and get the movement movin' |
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For Tracey and Tamika and for Shelly and Susan |
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Styles make you wonder what the hell he was usin' |
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Remember your development with out any music |
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Spit so many spears it's becoming a nuisance to some |
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But to whoever want to know who the truth is |
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You never heard another on the mic as ruthless |
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I drink a little liquor a lot of water and juices |
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It make money ain't no need for makin' excuses |
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Burn you fuckin' with a South Philly exclusive |
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Them long dick niggas with real short fuses that go off |
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Chick likes Riq, you such a show off |
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You cut your locks down to a fro than cut your fro off |
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I been at your show there ain't no way to cut your flow off |
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You got to be the illest emcee that people know of word |
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I will rock you |
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I will rock you |
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I will rock you |