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Inside this hip hop beat I got a world class rhyme |
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And it you're hearin' what I'm feelin' then it must be a sign |
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if it didn't work out, have to move along |
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ou can't avoid I hear ya playin' this song |
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As we draw the ear near, stir some shit up |
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In thru the back, make way to the front |
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Just like we said when it all ends |
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You're mesmerized by these highs I hit you with |
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And rock the show 'cause it's critical |
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Rock it live and direct, on tha mic I'm fuckin' it up |
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But the job ain't done 'till everyone in the house turns this muthafucka out |
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To this freestyle I'm takin' you through each trial |
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I elevate the system it starts while |
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I exceed to take you down with the fly tech ultrasound |
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And it don't stop |
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Another day another bit it just don't quit |
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Catch the time off with a lick and a spit |
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Of this microphone I etch the skit |
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In the zone we roam |
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I check the list, I got the riff, tha kit, the low-low clicks |
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The rhyme align of a lyricist |
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If ya don't hear it, I must admit |
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Ya must be goin deaf if ya can't fuckin' bounce to this |
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Freestyle I'm takin' you thru each trial I elevate the system it starts while |
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I exceed to take you down with the fly tech ultrasound |
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And rock the show 'cause it's critical |
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Rock it live and direct, on tha mic I'm fuckin' it up |
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But the job ain't done 'till everyone in the house turns this muthafucka out |
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'Cause it wont stop |
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Comin' out on top prolong tha pain |
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With the first dose of the ill phase |
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I break each take from first to last |
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Ears go deaf to the stereo blast |
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Keep up tha hype let the suckas drop |
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With the rock rhythm and rhyme feel the madness |
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So ya think you're ready for the rhymes |
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I've dropped off you're caught in this shit hang on |
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'Cause it don't stop |
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You're alive |
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The sound-set |
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In my rhymes |
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You take my insides |
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You turn 'em out |