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zuò qǔ : Hooper, Pointer |
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feat. Tribe Unique |
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I catch little sleep at night, wake up the next and keep it moving |
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Context, don' t take me out, this raw fusion |
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Is climaxed, high frictional vestax |
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And techniques, making my money with less tax |
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And prestige, as long as I' m cracking my kraft cheese |
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Calling the cops and I have to leave |
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I' m either very smart, or incredibly stupid |
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Ahead of my time, I' m locked in a room with a view of the walls |
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Iron clap, my rhyme is a firing squad |
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Watching them fall and grabbing my bowling balls |
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Holding them all acountable with the mountain of evidence |
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You' re under the table dead presidents |
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Wouldn' t let you walk from the case with a hung jury |
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A lifetime ban from the mic if you come near me |
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The upright in odacity and gull |
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If you feel certain, you' ll never get past the steel curtain |
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Stop biting while I' m rhyme writing |
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Or we' ll be like fighting. . . . Mike Tyson |
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Stop biting while I' m rhyme writing |
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You ain' t saying nothing, I keep head butting. . . Mike Tyson |
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Mike Tyson My style is impeduous |
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My defence is impregnible |
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Ima eat your style, eat your style kid |
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Abstract Rude Stop biting while I' m rhyme writing |
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Clash of the titans. . . Mike Tyson |
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Arjures, shoot off arrows like we' re gladiator |
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Even if we get past the piles of knights with armor satire |
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Hate or die, haters don' t you even try |
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Retreat from your sneak attack leave from us or you won' t be back |
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Or the bishop will chop, will covert diagonals |
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In a hail of ammo, we' ll give you your halo |
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Stay low in a bunker, resort with the thunder |
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Or we' ll be hotile like german sheppard |
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And the viking manuever, we' re taking Vancouver |
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To new heights with the viking like, no other producer |
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With a spiked ball and chain I' m Braveheart, Maximus |
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With an axe in his hand, slicing up these abstract Pakistans |
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Never stop, let you not be want again |
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Me and the Wolverine are the two of the hardest X-Men |
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Eighteen on the abaracus, hey to you in a happy room |
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No one comes to the accalade where all the Massmen are made |
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Clash of the titans in a street for fighting |
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We meet with the mic and my reach I' m deadly at best |
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Fuck Elliot Ness I' m a style Al Capone my styles my own |
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Stop biting. . . Mike Tyson |
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Stop biting while I' m rhyme writing |
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Or we' ll be like fighting. . . . Mike Tyson |
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Stop biting while I' m rhyme writing |
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You ain' t saying nothing, I keep head butting. . . Mike Tyson |
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Mike Tyson My style is impeduous |
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My defence is impregnible |
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Ima eat your style, eat your style kid |
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Abstract Rude Stop biting while I' m rhyme writing |
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Clash of the titans. . . Mike Tyson |
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Know how to pause you to switch your game plan |
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While you hearing this you change styles |
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Can' t even tell we' re listning to the same man |
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That we heard when we came out, shang-how |
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You keep biting off this rhyme writing |
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Style taking them without liscense, now crowd hypen |
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I' m navy seal on you foot soldiers |
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It' s kill at will till that shit' s over |
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I' m conceptuable, they just over, incomplete if it' s lackluster |
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They bite like a frustrated boxer |
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I' m coming down like a paratrooper, hard on ya |
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If you' re not i' m moving and shaking, no creature in you bakers |
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Bled out, too fragile for Shaq and the Lakers |
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Abstract' s the major, minor, eighty-eight keys solo |
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With frequency, modulation and foot pedals |
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All out battle till beef settles |
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It' s inticing, scorpion is in rising |
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All dead wait get shedded, we' re downsizing |
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Independant, definately enterprising |
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We get offended when you' re blating with the senseless biting |
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Stop biting while I' m rhyme writing |
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Or we' ll be like fighting. . . . Mike Tyson |
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Stop biting while i' m rhyme writing |
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You ain' t saying nothing, I keep head butting. . . Mike Tyson |
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Mike Tyson Everbody always talk about Mike Tyson |
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Is biting Holyfield |
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He bit somebody too man, you know what i' m saying |
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Abstract Rude Stop biting while I' m rhyme writing |
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Clash of the titans, Ab and Rob the Viking |
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Mad Child |
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Stop biting, no doubt |
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Yo Ab, I' m glad you' re getting this off your chest |
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cause you and Freestyle Fellowship, Project Blowed |
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you guys are true originators of styles |
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And it' s a compliment when these kids get inspired by what you did |
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and continue to do. But it' s an insult when they get all gassed up |
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and forget where they got these styles from in the first place |
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you know? Battle Axe. |
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Abstract Rude |
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That' s right |