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Got a buzz like them George Tack, |
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They're still cheering like them orders left, |
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The air is toxic, better hold your breath, |
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Resurrect the music, I snatch it from close to death. |
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Vital signs are improving, I make it lay down, |
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Not to mind, is usually disrupted by devil's playground. |
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My rip establish the rampage is for the sport of it, |
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Been nice for a career, you just barely grasp at the thought of it. |
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Get it to the hood like a rush cart, |
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Support it like the shot bars and lambars, |
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Except they never sit and I'm never living more in the sun |
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Got smart ass whipped before ever ripping the damn heart. |
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See you fronting with your dollar store shades on, |
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Faking the abs sprayed on those artificial ray on |
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Run a set of fine you questify like ray don |
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Shung when inform life voultron of young ray quan. |
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Mix in a bit of care rest one a cute tip, |
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Rock him some of that ice cube, now who's this |
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No one as gifted as this, so magnificent, |
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Classicly consistent the nasty as black licorice. |
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Coldest, but I get the room hotter than bedroom yoga, |
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Seen the show, you know I make the people move like individ, you notice? |
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I'm focused, I'm like Moses when the mic is on |
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That's why these rappers gather like rooches when the light is on. |
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[Hook:] |
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Hold it now, I hold it down, |
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I'm staying where I'm at, you better go around. |
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You know the voice and you know the sound, |
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I rip the microphone and then I throw it down. |
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Hold it now, I hold it down, |
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I'm staying where I'm at, you better go around. |
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You know the voice and you know the sound, |
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I rip the microphone and then I throw it down |
