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M.U.R.S a ******* known to rip a microphone |
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Leave you enthrasted in the zone |
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Much to advanced to clone |
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Master of this urban rhyme science |
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Combined my legendary alliance 9th wonder of the world right after the giant |
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East Oakland |
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California is where we conquer |
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The formula to leave compititions silent |
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See rarely pull that |
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B in emcee |
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Thought i'd give it to u straight |
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At the one eight zero degree |
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And I should be the man |
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Receiving |
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Platinum certificates |
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Cause this *******t will get heard a million times |
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Rhymes so intricate heads will have to rewind |
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Sometimes |
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I feel like quiting |
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Until I hear a ******* up there with a microphone bull*******tin, |
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I'm like that's koo shut the ******* up |
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If he knew where i was sitting |
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Got a ****** |
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Rhyme for everytime |
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A beady touch my lip, an been added to the text |
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For about five years so that makes |
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Eighteen thousand two hundred fifty |
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****** rhymes just to hit your ear |
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Precise Calculations ******* master the equation |
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Cause mathematics and understanding |
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Rules supreme, so i suggest your ass |
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Get down with the winning team and in it seems to be 9 |
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*******s know when to strike out like |
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Doc Gutton |
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Once they've met with my mind |
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So wanting to reach and ******* up |
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My herbs run average, |
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I'll turn one savage |
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Raise to let you know |
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I got a grip of microphones |
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You still at that |
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Grabbing stage, to have it stage |
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Hard to kick, like bet money underneath my feet |
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Your *******t hella weak, |
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But so far from sticking me |
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And these wack mutha******s |
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Don't mix |
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Like music to drive by and way to funky |
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So these *******'s get ate quick |
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Couple punk mutha******s got me thinking |
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Freestyle battles ain't *******t so my ass is trying to quit, but this rap game |
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Got to many glitches |
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For example |
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Underground rap shows |
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Not enough ******* and way to many *******es |