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(feat. Canibus) |
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(Mr. Canibus won't you funk it up for a while) |
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[Canibus] |
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Yo, I'm a nuclear warhead |
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Right now you're provokin my detonation |
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Never test me without proper authorization |
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My lack of patience has cause me to get mad |
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And explode right in front of your face like a airbag |
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Your rhyme is fake, your brain is child's play to manipulate |
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I create lyrics too intricate to imitate |
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Movin at a velocity |
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That'll break your stop-watch if you're clockin me |
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My concrete jungle is like Jumanji |
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But iller than what you seen in the cinema |
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A five foot eight nigga wit more horsepower than twelve cylinders |
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My brain consists of twin pentium chips |
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That's double the clock speeds of a 5-86 |
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And nuttin about my physical matrix is basic |
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I kick flavor beyond what your tongue is capable of tastin |
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You'll be so surprised you won't believe your own eyes |
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It's like explainin color to a man that was born blind |
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One of a kind, I got divine chromosomes in me |
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My sperm'll scramble the eggs in a women's ovaries |
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Cuz I'm as original as it gets |
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And I can't respect, niggas that copy like double-decks |
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I get vexed, when crab punks bite my style |
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Cuz I'm sellin a thousand records per day, per square mile |
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Breakin the laws of phsyics, wit metaphors and lyrics |
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Speakin to dead poets by conjuring up they spirits |
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From Shakespeare to Edgar Allen |
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Yo, the whole Dead Poets Society couldn't mess around wit the talent |
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Much less understand it |
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I make type-rope walkers in the circus |
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Lose they balance when I kick the planet |
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["ooohs" and "aahhs"] |
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[Sway] |
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Yo yo, microphones are smokin right now |
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World Famous Wake-Up Show |
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Jurassic 5, Canibus |
