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"Yeah, here we go...just go with the flow" (repeats 4 times) |
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Yo, I'd like to check this microphone before I start right quick |
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Microphone check 2,2,1,2,1,2 |
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[Verse 1] |
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Big up all the Monsta Island massive |
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And beware before I triple dare you like the last kid |
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Who ask me what we don't got that you got son |
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For one, flow that's elementary my dear Wat-son |
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Secondly, ever since I was little |
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Not so much to riddle, least rhyme to the syllable |
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Keep tracks that make a Arab thief clap |
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With no hands, I chop these drums off |
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Truly yours, G Rap |
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Actual fact, relax |
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In this land of lyrical loss, black |
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I'm not the cool sleet stack |
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The one who might stop and talk to you |
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Poison to few, niggas who be bitin styles I'm like pork to |
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Oooh...what you got to lose? Let mud fly |
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When I got blues I chew whole crews that's bud dry |
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So I ask why the style's from the cess |
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Shit be fuckin with my eye as I pull it to the chest |
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The super muthafuckin' villain grip the mic wit an iron hand |
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Throwin emcees to the fire from out da fryin' pan |
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It ain't no use in tryin, man |
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Son, stop cryin |
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Frontin' like you death-defyin' |
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You need to stop lyin' |
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Speak your piece only once you're spoken to first |
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Now lemme hear your verse while I'm chokin' you |
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With bubbly fine rhymes like a editor |
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Throw them to my collection of skulls and spines like Predator |
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Fuck around, the only niggas who could hear the same sound (who?) |
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Was Jet Jaguar and James Brown |
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(Yeah, yeah only them two niggas?) |
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And I'm glad I took the time to write their names down to big 'em up |
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(True, true) |
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[Verse 2] |
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I'd like to say hi |
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It's {?} fly the odd Merlin |
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That's quick to whip up a script like Rod Sterling |
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{?} bad bitch who used to whip the Sterling |
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Who see God ?, never see God earlin' |
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My man Grimm had his little monkey like Space Ghost |
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Me myself I got flavors that out-taste most |
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With numb gums, some rhymers is lake toast |
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Back to you MF Doom, you late show host |
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S to the U to the P E R-uh |
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Who chronicle these times in a 3-D horror |
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{?} co-star or in a realer drama |
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Who break bread with stingy kin-men, indian borrower |
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Lone gunmen who candidly flip fly floes |
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Single-handedly with one eye closed |
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In a fly pose, no shirt {?} |
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May see me stack the quarter-mill cash pay |
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That's in a smash way how he did it |
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Muthafucka probably couldn't peep it past a minute |