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(feat. Prevail, Moka Only) |
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[Moka Only] |
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The gargoyle get the jam packed |
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Now it's time for Moka Only Mr. Amtrak |
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Locomotive rolling through you better stand back |
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I'll blow my air horn to fools on the damn track |
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Before I ransack |
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Horsepower high, multiple unit connection |
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Dynamic breaking |
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That's how we do it |
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Stretch it for miles |
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Etching smiles on these chairs (?) |
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And looks of frustration on faces of competitive heads |
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I'm lead footed, unless I get flooded |
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I mean weeded, if that's the case I'm bed headed |
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I get mudded with a cup if it that got sold |
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MC's can't put it down like Playstation controls |
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Weigh station overload, heavyweight, and snap the scale |
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Scorp sting, Moka Only, Ab, Prevail |
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What to expect but a neck breaking G-force |
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You get taken off course |
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Deep water sea horse |
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Left, left |
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Right, right |
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Front, front |
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Back, back |
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Top, top |
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Bottom, bottom |
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This jam is packed |
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That's how we got em' |
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Left, left |
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Right, right |
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Front, front |
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Back, back |
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Top, top |
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Bottom, bottom |
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This jam is packed |
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That's how we got em' |
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[Abstract Rude] |
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Abstract get the jam packed |
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Anthrax scare, snare, kick, boom-bap |
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Feel the bass and side to side pancake |
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Damn strait the homie's lowriders can't wait |
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To bump the tape, CD, and the minidisc |
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It's going global feel the flows of these adventurous |
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MC's are the calvary |
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To challenge me is hideous |
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To mention me in a negative way is tragedy |
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Complete with assault and battery |
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You're just imaginary |
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And lacking every skill it takes to pack the place |
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And I'll bury the hatchet if you make me |
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The mic, to rock it, that's why it's held |
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I'm bridging the classes gap, lyrical wealth |
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The stage, to blaze it, that's my purpose on |
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They gather like a Rome circus act, earth is home |
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Left, left |
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Right, right |
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Front, front |
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Back, back |
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Top, top |
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Bottom, bottom |
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This jam is packed |
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That's how we got em' |
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Left, left |
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Right, right |
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Front, front |
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Back, back |
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Top, top |
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Bottom, bottom |
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This jam is packed |
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That's how we got em' |
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[Prevail Wonder] |
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Prevail Wonder keeps the jam packed |
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I'll play the pumpkin carver |
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My words will work harder |
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Streets, stages, studios, and mic honor |
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Dive bombing gates of Orion |
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No one is safe from the claws of the Scor-pion |
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I'm warped on freons |
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What kind of trip am I on? |
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100% guaranteed to bleed |
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The shark tooth beach is the land of the freed |
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So step, barefoot, and neck to neck |
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You either walk off the plank or you die on the deck |
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My chainsaw gang ain't the same thing you come to know |
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Arches of cartilage are torn by the horns of the buffalo |
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Plain grazers watch for the eight leggers |
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My cycles unbridled |
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My title is the hooded breathtaker |
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You'll never even feel the pins that pinch you |
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But when you wake up in the morning |
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Adreneline is running in you |
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My aim will claim part of the fluid that runs to your brain |
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Let's run it again |
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My aim will drain some of the fluid that runs to your brain |
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What particles remain? |
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Blocking octane and you'll die in vein |
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From mine to the vein, tied to a train track |
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Pay no sling shot over rimshot |
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That's what got him shot |
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Jacked, and that's the game |
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Left, left |
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Right, right |
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Front, front |
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Back, back |
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Top, top |
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Bottom, bottom |
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This jam is packed |
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That's how we got em' |
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Left, left |
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Right, right |
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Front, front |
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Back, back |
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Top, top |
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Bottom, bottom |
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This jam is packed |
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That's how we got em' |
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[Abstract Rude] |
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Battle Axe get the jam packed |
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Code Name: Scorpion |
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There it is there |
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Be alert and bewar |
