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X 4 One, two!! |
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Achoo!! Bless you! |
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I got you!! |
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Caught you and taught you!! [J.D.] |
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Matter fact, here take two |
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Pits of flesh, political palm picked and gone |
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Spooks with |
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Uz', ice picks, blades and tools |
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Listen fool, the revolution is cool |
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We leave clans in pools of blood |
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Let 'em all scrub to thug |
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Bustin' for love, (?) and mud and bloody rugs |
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Screamin' on cats, we spit in your face, blast back! |
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The Spooks put politicians in bags and (?) [Hypno] |
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Ay yo my crew chased you down, outside your compound |
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Now we got you in the four point hold, on the ground |
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Whoop, hand me that barbed wire, now your arms and legs are bound |
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Hey Vengeance, pass me that scalpel now |
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Relax! Close your eyes as the sound of my voice penetrates |
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Submission is your only choice, to avoid the pain ' |
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Cause I don't want no lip as |
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I slip this microchip in your brain! [Water Water] |
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Go 'head, look, |
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I know you're thinkin' "Who's behind me?" "Oh my God it's Water Water and no one's ever gonna find me!" |
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I got your brains pushin', head in the frame |
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In a case not far over, head of the flames |
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Hangin' over the fire, |
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I know y'all hope |
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I retire But all y'all gettin' is open fire! |
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Ga ga! Spray down, stay down, lay down |
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Y'all niggas said we was commercial, what y'all gon' say now?! [Chorus] |
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X 4 [J.D.] |
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Rectangle, sugar |
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Shane pound mc's and mangle |
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Bending you back and bitch spank you! |
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A Grammy?! |
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Fuck you talkin' 'bout? |
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I'm tappin' your chin! |
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See you at a club for no reason, tap it again |
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This ball bully mc's, we buildin' 'em |
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Greek Large like |
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Tiger Wood's teeth when chewin' on beef |
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Take you 'round the block, bring you back, tie the knots |
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He bitch man, slap your whole block, moms and pops [???] |
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I ain't gon' lie though, brothers got a lotta bravado |
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But can't back it up with the skills, they playin' lotto |
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With they careers, when they step to me on the streets |
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On stage or over beats you can't engage the heat > |
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From this etherial thriller, mysterious serving guerilla |
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Stalk you with the sick precision of a serial killer |
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Record your routine, |
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I watch you from the day to the night |
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Calculatin' when it might be the best time to strike! [Water Water] |
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They keep callin' my name! |
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Water Water, come smack the whack in the back |
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With a Louisville |
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Ax Slugger |
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Then slash the jugular |
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Hit your back rawdog with no rubber |
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He's a dirty mawfucka!! |
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Won't last long, that's what my momma turned and told my daddy when |
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I was born |
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I got your neck in a noose, damn right |
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I'm flexin' my juice |
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Shut your mouth nigga, that's an excuse [Chrous] |
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X 4 [???] |
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What?! Which one of you manufactured rappers |
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With the materialistic, naive, egotistical fan base |
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Has the nerve to be offended?! |
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What you gon' do? |
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Dis me? Go 'head, rhyme, kick a verse, |
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I dare ya |
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Oh I know it scares ya |
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A bangin' beat, a empty room, a full pen and a blank pad |
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But don't get mad cause you don't know what the fuck you doin' |
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Go 'head, freestyle punk, wait, before you start |
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I know somebody done told you that a freestyle's the reciting of a rhyme |
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That hasn't been recorded or put on the market |
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But when you write that rhyme down, that's a record of the rhyme |
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That rhyme's been recorded, so don't even start that shit! |
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A true freestyle's a rhyme or verse kicked from the dome |
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Simultaneous and timed to a beat |
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Where mistakes are made, you got bleeps and (?) all the time |
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But these are the things that makes a freestyle so unique > |
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From a precorded, practiced, or writen rhyme |
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Now what you gon' do? |
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If your response is "I know he ain't talkin' about me!" |
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I'm talkin' about you! |
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So fuck you to a break beat, bitch, |
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I Got U!!!! |
