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Since we didn't make no records in a long time |
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Why don't you show these rap sap suckers what kind of rhymes you got |
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Money!> |
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Deadly rhymes, here's the solution |
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Smoking so bad, i'mma cause a pollution |
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With satisfaction, baddest action, fatal attraction |
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Drop you to an improper fraction |
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Ill insanity, kill like amity- |
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Ville horror, as i wipe out humanity |
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Won't leave a path, a track, a trail to trace |
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But when you're staring inside a mirror, you see my face |
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And i'll terrify, so don't ever try |
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To shake or bake or flake cause i never fry |
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Letters together sly as a fox clever than ever |
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Silly ducks write rhymes with feathers |
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Really dope needles are needed to inject this |
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Dope cause i'm a death wish, not even bob hope's |
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Rhymes are rugged, soul flooded, cold blooded |
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You ain't better, you're butter, so just shut it |
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Here to perform, having a brainstorm, make a rain form |
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How rap groups run to keep the name warm |
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Putting heads to beddy-bye like freddy so get ready |
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Cause i'mma get crazier than crazy eddie |
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I'm alone but my tone is a sharp tune |
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Developing pictures in your brain like a darkroom |
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Rappers are captured and tortured with rapture |
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In 3-d is a g coming at you |
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Words in my rap will surprise you like cracker jacks |
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You dig them like sugar smacks and bite them like apple jacks |
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Brother, sister, misses or mister |
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My style is complicated, patterns like a twister |
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Throws, my shadow grows when i walk slow |
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Nerds are scared to be heard so they talk low |
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But i've been urging to drill in your brain like a surgeon |
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Rhymes so dope and they're busting you up like a virgin |
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More competitors change to challenger |
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You need to talk into a mic with a silencer |
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My defeat is like a mission impossible |
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My brain is unexplained, not illogical |
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Tough for a passing pate to assassinate |
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Guns in your ass so fast, it'll fascinate |
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You try to duplicate to get up to date |
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Can't wait to peep my profile on paper, mate |
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The innovator with greater data, deeper than a crater |
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Of course, polo's the boss of the crossfader |
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The rage is on, my rhymes are airborne |
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Stage is torn to wreck, my murdering gear's on |
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Moving a head, never bled inside a bloodshed |
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Nothing is said, instead heads are dead |
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G rap manages styles, taking all the advantages |
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Putting sucker rappers in bandages |
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I got a plot so hot it'll tan |
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I might be cool but i'm far from a fan |
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Letting you know how it is in show biz |
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Give me a prince and i'mma a show you a g wiz |
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Bright as einstein, brighter than sunshine |
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Rhymes will intoxicate like moonshine |
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Total disaster the broadcaster master |
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Passed ya as the tempo goes faster |
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Sparks shoot out from the mic when i rhyme ignites |
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All types of words i write, put in flight |
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Rappers evaporate to vapor, i drop science on paper |
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And then build a skyscraper |
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When i die, scientists will preserve my brain |
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Donate it to science to answer the unexplained |
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But as long as i inhale and exhale |
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I challenge the next female or the next male |
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What you hear in your ears all appears to be clear |
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Consider me fear cause i shear ideas |
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That sticks to the mix, more tricks that a 666 |
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So you better grab a crucifix |
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Men at work...(x8) |
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My ideas overload |
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And the records i make explode in every zip code |
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Definitely def, the five fingers of death |
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Doc the butcher, polo's the chef |
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And i'm the waiter cause i serve imitators |
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Who try to duplicate like an emulator |
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Try to get paid copying a name brand |
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If i was gucci, then you would be dapper dan |
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Now hear the diaper, cause i'm a sniper |
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You want to get hyper? |
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Prepare for hyperspace and just flow with the bass |
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And fall in place, just keep up the pace no time to waste |
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Just enter the place to see the entertainer |
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My rhymes keep me fresh like a container |
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Some rappers said, my rap is dead |
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Shake your head to my bass like a basehead |
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There'll be bloodshed, enemies shot |
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Those who beef get sliced into pork chops |
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Until your fork stops stabbing my rhymes |
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>from the latest and the greatest of all times |
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Sleep while you knock z's, i'mma clock g's |
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Freeze rap heroes below zero degrees |
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Rhymes like thieves will seize enemies |
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That want to be g, like the bee gees |
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Not rated pg, we break necks |
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Like sex, rated xxx |
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Yes, doc the butcher is who i recommend |
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Dj polo let the record spin |
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Construction put on paper |
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Listen cause i'm building a skyscraper |
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For a strong foundation of wheels of steel |
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Not a reel to reel, but the real deal |
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Polo works the crossfader, he's a bricklayer |
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And the record player turns like the himalaya |
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Doc the butcher supplies the cement |
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And the rhymes that i invent is the blueprint |
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While i'm using my mind to make a design |
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Polo puts up the men at work sign |
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Yeah, we still building, making a skeleton |
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One of the sucker mc's just fell again |
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So take caution if you want to know the truth |
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I'mma elevate you up to the roof |
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Listen to the sound, don't dare look down |
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Cause you're far from the ground |
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Now you're impressed cause words i manifest |
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Takes you more higher than cess or buddha bless |
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Hard as concrete, the building's complete |
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Yo marley marl, let's stop the breakbeat |
