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What's next? |
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These chicken neck MCs get me vexed |
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My rhymes be blowin' up chat rooms all over the internet |
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And causin' collisions on the highway of information |
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And then I head back to my prior engagement |
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In the nation of Brooklyn |
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Land of Trinis, Haitians, Jamaicans and Bejans |
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It's amazin' how lickin' shots is the proper representation |
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Soon they gonna need wack MC reservations |
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Cause I endanger the motherfuckers, they needin' preservation |
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Carry 'em home on the top of a truck like a trophy |
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Niggas still sleepin' like I'm Jay Z in the video for Hawaiian Sophie |
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It's cool I stay low key, keep a low pro |
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Come out crushin' shit just for fun like Co Flow |
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Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo here we go |
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Ridin' on the sound waves out your stereo |
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In the procession to your burial |
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Callin' Hi Tek little Leon the professional |
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I got the special flow listenin' to estero |
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Puffin' vegetables and now I'm red to go |
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The illest rhyme animal like Chuck |
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Burn leech niggas like salt when i lay in the cut |
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Think you about to blow when you continue to suck |
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The shit I've been through |
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Make me run up in your venue like What! |
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I snatch the mic and ask the crowd what are y'all waitin' for? |
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They say nothin' but that fat shit |
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I got you, say no more i laid the law and all them |
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Crab rappers played the floor I called them out |
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A couple of them steeped up and I ate 'em raw |
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Some more wack niggas tried to spray the door but had no aim |
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Later for them corn balls |
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On the way out smacked them in they face with a methaphor |
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For better or for worse you better call the nurse |
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Before I send a cleaner and he get to your hospital room first |
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What you wanna do? I'm runnin' through your front line |
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Your whole plan is catcha tan in my sunshine |
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One time 'cause it's some kinda wonderful |
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Don't stand there lookin' stupid, what you wanna do? |
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What you wanna do? I'm runnin' through your front line |
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Your whole plan is catcha tan in my sunshine |
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One time 'cause it's some kinda wonderful |
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Don't stand there lookin' stupid, what you wanna do? |
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I'll take your style and embarras it with |
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Words beautifully written like Arabic |
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Got niggas on the run 'cause the fire like chariot |
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Introduce pen skills to ill deliveries and married it |
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Put it in your face like big gats and carried it like Harriet |
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Various crews tried to bury us |
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But we shut 'em down like Sagiterious with |
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That wack shit money you can't be serious |
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You niggas is hilarious actresses |
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Runnin around the club pissy like ghetto matresses |
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That's why I smack these kids back to reality |
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And how it be in actuality |
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With ready to battle MCs who skip the fuckin' formailties |
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We spark it in any club or meat market |
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Sweet artists don't come on the block they become street targets |
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If you want it I got it, come get it I'm with it |
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Your career will be shorter than a midget |
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And the world will know who did it |
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I smack up these ho ass MCs like a gorilla pimp |
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You comin' out the box like a gimp, money you still a wimp |
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My shit blow out filaments and light fixtures |
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With the right mixture of words used as colors |
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To paint the right picture |
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Graphic masterpieces your whole shit is smashed to pieces |
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Make you look at your man who rhyme and be like, "you not nasty like he is" |
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Believe this when you see this, and don't fuck with |
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Me either, 'cuz you'll be down where my feet is |
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Curled up in the fetus |
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Cryin' from the kicks, watch when I flip |
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People gonna be buyin' my shit like fiends dyin' for a hit, so... |
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What you wanna do? I'm runnin' through your front line |
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Your whole plan is catcha tan in my sunshine |
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One time 'cause it's some kinda wonderful |
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Don't stand there lookin' stupid, what you wanna do? |
