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Yeah, come on chumps y'all ain't girl |
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We pretty we hit hard we takin' over the world |
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Reminisce we takin' you back to your school days |
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Hand us the mic and we flip it fifty million ways, they don't know |
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Sloppy with your flows you bore me at your shows |
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Whack clothes and pitiful karaoke demos, they don't know |
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Aight you caught me stalkin' studios |
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And stages chasin' the outrageous |
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Ecstatic sensations |
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I'm tragic trapped |
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Inside the pages |
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Of melodramatic rages to dark to mention |
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Over the fact most of these cats lack comprehension |
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In other words they don't know |
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I see 'em cringin' |
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When spooks mediate to penetrate the next dimension |
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Ming rhymin' and singin' |
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It spooks climbin' and bringin' |
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ItThis black light will swallow your shine from diamond ringin' |
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ItHow many times must |
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I remind the spooks is killin' shit |
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We on some thrillin' shit nothin' but hits on my disc |
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And I am witness to this lyrical fitness and rip |
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You still don't know so you'll be frantic as we hijack the planet |
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They don't know we expose flows like no clothes |
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And blow chest full a holes with |
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I spit storm shadow and tomes that's reminiscent of monks |
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Blowin' up lungs with |
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C4 laced in bones |
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You mentally tour my rhyme book |
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Is covered in thorns |
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Some givin' a fuck some fuckin' hip hop like porn |
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Book at testin' |
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Mc a dumb |
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Mc I said who's the best |
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McYou said young |
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McLet me guess you started rockin' hip hop |
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In '88Naw naw man |
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It was like |
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It was like 19 nigga too late |
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I'm smackin' up cats to back slap crack in my hand |
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Bitch blood bouncin' off of your dome and splatter your van |
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Reminisce we takin' you back to your school days |
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Hand us the mic and we flip |
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It fifty million ways, they don't know |
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Open up your mind and you'll find the spooks in it |
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Experimentally sick pusin' the limits |
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They don't know, they don't know |
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Shoppin' for a deal with persistence |
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Initially label heads were like what is this |
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It won't get y'all from original to different |
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Conceptual hip hop will be resistant |
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The pendulum will swing back again |
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Pass accept now follow the trend |
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Hard to believe but easy to pretend |
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Revolution revolution is why we began |
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They don't know, they don't know |
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Too many soft niggas stress try your best to same some hip shit |
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Get caught up |
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In these lyrics with me you get your wig split |
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You tired of me try me can't even stand beside me |
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I be havin' people you study big up and high five me |
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Forty million one thousand nine hundred and sixty two |
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I'm Irresistible unpredictable and so is my crew |
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Never accidental everything |
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I do is intentional |
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Joe Davis premeditated creative and unconventional |
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A lot of truth seekers are people peepin' for secrets |
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Some assembly tryin' to find my safe house and |
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I got beef |
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With everyone of you wannabes tryin' to infiltrate my company |
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You swear you know the business |
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But actually you don't know nothin' |
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Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, who dat |
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It's the killer ha ha ha what |
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Niggas don't hate me 'cause |
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I'm fly come on |
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I'm the one bankin' on driveby's, yeah |
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I keep pleasure packed in my clever raps |
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Once I sever the track |
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I'ma live inside a cheddar stack |
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I don't stutter once my tome shudder |
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And I become the bone crusher |
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I scream on my own mother |
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What a pimp |
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I roll with the gangsta limp |
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In the cut drinkin' wine eatin' shrimp |
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Yeah come on chump y'all ain't girl |
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We pretty we hit hard we takin' over the world |
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Reminisce we takin' you back to your school days |
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Hand us the mic and we flip it fifty million ways, they don't know |
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We can see us niggas my crew is causin' you fear |
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Spooks takin' it there industry ain't prepared, they don't know |
