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As mighty a man you've ever seen spitting amphetamine |
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To all those congested, my job raw never clean |
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A toast to the uncontested, murderer |
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I mark your mistake as soon as you're rested, I heard of ya |
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Unattended for your double breasted, bulletproof vest kid |
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Time is money well invested, burning your press kit |
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Ya HEARD me, chic-ow, bless it and pass it leftwards |
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Never protested, the living proof manifested |
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Winkled your face, you better press it, menage-a-trois |
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Put fist in thought, care to test it? If you dare I swear |
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Motionless, I throw a stare in the eyes of uncommon wise soldier |
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Rise like Nike, shares growing older, snowball effect to snow boulder |
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Show you love nigga, I'm iceberg with cold shoulder |
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No time for your manic, hazy rap attack partner |
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Future darker than permanent black... marker |
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I part you from existence on solid ground |
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Only twelve inch but long distance, that's all I found |
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Is we hell or is we heaven bound? |
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I bomb the target without a sound |
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Ain't nobody left around to hear it |
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Sipping fine wine and spirits on summer days |
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By the South Pacific, cheddar taste better when specific |
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Cheddar look better when explicit |
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Cheddar get better when statistics rise like mama biscuits |
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All 'n all, I'm having fun with gun |
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'Cause world gave me gun, detonate the shells with my tongue |
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I'm young plus I'm well hung |
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Threat to intellect, also got your prize possession sprung |
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I ride the fine line between yours and mine, check the design |
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Bre-X cats wondering how rhyme turn sublime |
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Peep my shines coming from behind |
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I'm high beaming in your rear view |
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Get out the left lane before I steer through |
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Ain't even trying to hear you |
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It was important 'til you thought I feared you |
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Naw, loosen your bra bitch |
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Never rest until I'm considered, the high exalted |
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Even then I'll still be bitter, sipping on malted |
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Through the speech, now it's time to walk it |
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This potent poet, who only spit it if he know it |
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Prefer to show it to the hardest of hip hop artist |
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If you a baby making baby, finish what you started and be a MAN |
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God damn, resort to plan B sucking on candy |
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Far from delicate procedure, no time for leisure |
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The fine line between yours and mine, freak the design |
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Bre-X cats wondering how rhyme turn sublime |
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Peep my shines coming from behind |
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I'm high beaming in your rear view, CRASH |
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I stop at nothing, my blood stream pumping nothing but utter destruction |
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Towards cats I describe in this rap production |
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Suffering from mal concussions, you head bangers catching repercussion |
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First impression had you lustin' |
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Now the name Saukrates ringing more than bells |
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Double X-L quote me well, bringing the future |
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Double X-L quote me well, bringing the future |
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You want to poise for the portrait, here let me shoot you |
