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(feat. Del, Jaz-O) |
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[Jaz-O] |
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Alright, Virtuoso, Del the Funkee Homosapien |
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This Jaz-O, let's do what we came to do,Let's go! |
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Ay yo, little did you know this gentlemans unweathered |
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Through storms, only with women or middlemen un-fuck-wittable |
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Don, lyrically pinnacle never needed a pen to do |
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Gettin' green like good lawn, watch me riddle |
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This song, this tracks a tree, watch me whittle it gone |
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Take the salary then I'm headed to the county where they found me |
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I'm ducking on my head is a bounty |
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Got my chick running with me, on my head like a bounty |
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Break fast U.S., government issue american toast |
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But unseen on america's most |
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Still on the horn with celebrity hosts, giving me levity boasts |
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Good heavens living legend you could never be ghost |
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While I'm thanking Virtuoso for not doing this solo |
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Hold up, cops roll up, gestapo stuff |
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Federalies in the alley wanting Jaz-O cuffed |
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Two miles, underground tricked them assholes up, you know!? |
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[Hook x2] |
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On the run again |
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Oakland, Brooklyn, to Cambridge |
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America's most wanted, snipers with the language |
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On the run again |
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Known worldwide for that insane shit, Virtuoso, Jaz-O and Del niggaz is dangerous |
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[Del] |
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(hey hey hey D they trailing you, you better run for it |
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Kid you better stay in tune, here they come for ya!) |
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No time for stumbling fumbling through the numbers |
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Of underlings who be funneling funds for me, they hunting me |
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Bounty hunter style, that's when guns come out |
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I sprint a hundred miles, that's when my lungs go out |
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I squeeze my asthma pump, as I jump the brick wall |
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It's all in the risk ya'll avoiding pitfalls |
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Quickdraw McGraw law enforcement |
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Runnign out of options and piecing together they resources |
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I'm floating coursing, wave in the ocean |
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Scorching torquing hairpinning, oh yeah I'm driven |
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Incessesant essence, infectious methods |
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Vocalist more like a motorist to go the length in seconds |
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Investigation vexed and raping destination |
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Blessed his plate with fire 'pon fake shit! |
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[Hook x2] |
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Virtuoso: |
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I'm weaving an bobbing decieving the cops I'm squeezing off shots and |
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I'll ether your offspring you sleep in a coffin |
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I'm leaving from Boston, dodging collections of detectives |
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With intention and directives for detention I'm suspected |
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I get to BK with Jaz-O, the beat and rap flow on smash yo |
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They after both of us so let's dash yo |
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Hit the spacious coast, get with my gracious host Deltron |
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Spit hell on the track jet out the back them Miguel's gone |
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Landing up in Austria, rap up in a opera |
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Baffle their philosophers pull straps out on they officers |
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Stopping in Alaska, ask the eskimos they know trust me |
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How I blow musty trees on sleds pulled by snow huskies |
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Rushed me in Israel, Sharon tried to extradite |
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Left at night, in the cargo hold of my connecting flight |
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No taking chances plastic surgeon carved my old face and |
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I'm slow baking in the sun in undisclosed locations |
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[Hook x2] |
