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Yeah, yeah, |
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9, 10, 11, 12, |
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Yo, usually, |
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We do it like this, |
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The Suspects |
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Scapegoat Wax |
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Uh, coming through like a T-Rex, |
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Check, check, |
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Yo yo |
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MCs smack their heads on brick |
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And publicly pelt themselves with rocks |
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And put their feet on dry ice blocks |
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This one's the knock, knock knocking |
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On your nose bridge |
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Poking at your eyelids |
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With the soul kids from where I live |
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Everybody's smiling big as Regis |
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And time froze like fetus |
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A guitarist took a time machine and cloned baby Jesus |
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And made an MC like me (what, what?) |
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Who came to conquer everything |
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Within the breeze, man, woman, disease - please, |
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You looking at me in a dumb and funny way |
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But come to find out your crew |
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Was some 12-year-old runaways |
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Mentally I am of the 23rd Century |
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Technically microphones and drums are my specialty |
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Cloud 9 to catch the scent of my rhymes |
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I'm stomping through the streets rapping (Ooh, ah, ooh, ah) |
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While you're marching for dimes |
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It's like a lemon to a lime, a lime to a lemon |
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Sports trivia: Who's head coach is Bobby Cremins? |
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Georgia Tech Yellowjackets |
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Iller by the millisecond |
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I be kicking like Tekken |
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Check out my record collection |
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It's kind of fat |
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This is why I rap like that |
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I be oozing out the funk |
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Like a case of the clap |
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CHORUS: |
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{Here is something you can't run from |
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So stop look and listen |
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You take your position |
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We do it like this son |
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The illest prescription |
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A lyric incision |
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Into you eardrum} -- X2 |
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THE SUSPECTS: |
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Natural mystic blowing through the air |
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Hey is you smoking something there? |
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Contraire, mon frere |
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Cause in my verbal contract to give niggas instant convulsions |
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Experience eternal seizures |
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Tongue got you chokin' |
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Rollin' down your throat, and... |
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And leaving you to believe |
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That planet Earth gave birth to a deadly disease |
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We'll never freeze |
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Even at the point of a handgun |
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Swallow the bullets and spit 'em back random |
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Holdin' motherfuckers for ransom |
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Thinkin' they handsome |
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Stick they family for all they own |
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And some |
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My life is based on tantrum |
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Is that why yo ass be steady rappin'? |
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You know |
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Fuck a platinum |
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Finagler philosophy |
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Y'all player haters |
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Ain't understanding my verbocity |
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Constantly |
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Off lots of weed |
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It costs to be |
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The boss don't take a loss |
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No double-cross hater back off of me |
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Feel animosity |
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In high velocity |
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Both prodigies |
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CHORUS |
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Your ears are rung |
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My noise is like a thousand voices |
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Until I'm done |
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My words will shine through all distortion |
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I'm here intact |
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We're gonna get this thing together |
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And when it cracks |
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I'm gonna bet you that |
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You and everybody else surrenders |
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CHORUS |