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Bussin out the woodworks on all rap jerks |
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It's me Large Pro kid the one that perks up the party |
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Whenever its time to drop mine |
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I come through correct with the power to shine from the suns |
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Radiation I clock funds |
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Fuck all the bullshit I'm making spot runs from state to state |
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But I'm the worldwide great |
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Bound to blow up and won't ever deflate or go pop |
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Cos once I start I don't stop |
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So check out the man as I hop to the top |
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On that ass like the temperature heat I'm risin |
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To all the critics that keep critisisin |
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Y'all don't know about shit |
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I'm strictly large core without intermission I'll split |
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Your whole rap staff in half then laugh |
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Cos I done mastered the art and the craft |
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Of freaking a loop to make the girls wanna shoop |
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And kickin a line to make the guys wanna find |
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A nice cool spot to roll up at its fat |
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I say and slay it and lay it to DAT |
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Baby without an if or a maybe |
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There ain't no other and we don't bother |
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Cos I got a lot more albums galore in me |
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And in the end some of y'all might see what it is |
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That separate the pop pop fizz from this |
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Radioactive one who never lacked it |
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Coming from Queens with the over ground tactic |
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(Word) Word mad clear not blurred |
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The next man slipped and he only got heard |
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For trying to come against he got his ass mixed |
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For various wack ass subliminal hits on the low |
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I'll take you wherever you wanna go |
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In this hip hop world cos I was born to flow |
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And drop logic on everyone in every project |
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To maintain the reign is the motherfucking object(ive) |
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For longevity and I could never be wack |
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In fact I stay as sharp as a thumbtack |
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Penetrating the non-innovating ain't shit to me |
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Same old same your lame rollin out the budha |
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To get blown out the frame on some arsine shit |
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Boy you get lit like a stove when I'm in complete flip mode |
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So watch out carve another notch out son (Why?) |
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Cos I'm hungry |
