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I put the smack down like it's rehab |
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Make sure that there's no relapse with these cats |
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Cowards couldn't rap this dope with a zig zag |
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I let my lips drag, spitting with that big swag |
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It's sad all these wannabes |
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Wanted to be Jay then K. West |
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Wanna be star of the Roc(Rock) |
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Kid you're not Sean Connery |
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But like The Rock I'm surrounded by watery flows |
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Still it really don't bother me |
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Fake ballers, weak game, less polished than Bell Wallace's |
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While I breed quality music getting quality spins |
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They stay 2nd rate Chingy's at the Quality Inn |
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Now that's a joke to a real rapper |
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I could decrease the skill factor and still make you feel whacker |
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Ah gee, now you got me - cocky |
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Cats say 'you the illest' I'm like 'nah b nah b nah b... ' |
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Well ok probably but that's just only cause I rap like it's my hobby |
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Not a jobby-job all sloppy and off-key |
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Y'all Mad as March trying to knock off the top-seed |
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I'm in the mix/Da Mix like Roxy |
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So hot he even get props from neo-Nazis |
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Now I don't really like to... |
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[Verse 2:] |
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I Tunes, eye-patch |
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I'm in the same boat where the pirates be |
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Tell'em I'm down with that pirate stee |
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They don't buy it, I say don't buy it - pirate me |
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If it's I'll, it'll spread virally |
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From my received folders to |
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Appearin in the love that the crowds show |
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(shhh) if it sound dope - keep it on the downlo(ad) |
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Keep it real, player/Real Player |
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With the volume cranked |
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And I'll be ballin like Tim Duncan - callin bank |
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Cash - banked it |
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But the bank said |
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That my cheque's been bouncing like the bankhead |
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So I'm bad like credit while they bear styles |
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More plain/plane than the air miles |
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Borrowed metaphors from mega-stores to get rewards |
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We get'em open automatic like the exit doors |
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And take a step higher - y'all just gotta press the floor |
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And step out - in faith - it's ok to confess doubt |
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Knowin how it feels to be stressed out |
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Tribe called map quest-style poems I sketch out |
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To find the best route home |
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Don't live in your dome for too long |
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You end up like that Tiffany song - thinking we're alone |
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We all get older, we don't all get grown |
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Cause some of Y'ALL don't really like to... |
