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I put my ears to the streets, and got hostile |
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A-F-U, I'ma show you my style |
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All the ladies get buck, and show me your style |
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You wanna ride with king of the rodeo |
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My style will play your globe, it's like audio |
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Before I step in the club, I drink a forty, yo |
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I be the type of cat, with a flow that can gat |
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Bust a shot for my niggaz, holla, where ya at |
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East coast, that's right, get it crunk |
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Get drunk, that's right world, don't get it ****ed up |
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I'm on the course, I will change the game |
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I'm dropping into the main frame, to be a stain and remain |
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And I'm bound to be a link in the chain |
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I'm hotter than a smoking barrel, yo |
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Or dress like little shorty, when she got her period |
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Yea, don, word is bond, I gotta flow |
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[Chorus: ? (Afu-Ra)] |
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The rawest nigga, to ever spit it |
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(Brooklyn, represent, yeah my people gonna feel this) |
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The rawest nigga, that ever spit it |
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(Yeah, holla at them tints, right there, he on the guestlist) |
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The rawest nigga, to ever spit it |
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(BK, stand up, yeah, my niggaz gonna feel this) |
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The realest nigga, that ever spit it |
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(And now I'm all around the world, you just don't wanna hear it) |
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[Afu-Ra] |
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I ain't no rap sinner, I'm a nigga spittin' toxic |
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Shake ya bon bon, yo, and let me rock this |
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To everybody, take a chill, you can't stop this |
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Pardon me Flex, brace ya self let me drop this |
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Scorch like the sun burning in the tropics |
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Sperm rap acts up, yup, in every topic |
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I be the freshest artist to hit the market |
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Everybody get ya body rocked by this |
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Whether outside or inside, nothing can stop my ride |
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I hit the charts up, like I hit a drive by |
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When my voice and the track collide |
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Yo, I take ya legs out like ya stepped on a land mine |
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Nine times nine, that's how many styles I got for this rhyme |
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And I'ma hit ya with a punch line |
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Clap back, it go clap back |
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And If I got to, yo, I'm ready for war, ready to bust back |
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[Chorus] |
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[Afu-Ra] |
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I'm fresh hell walls, like a schizephrenic rapist |
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Every album banks in a box, like it's Christmas |
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What clinch this, I'm ready to dismiss |
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The mix of this odyssey shit, and plenty presidents |
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You represent, I represent, yo dog |
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I'm all about the beats, and the rhyming and shit |
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I can flow all day or flow all night |
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And each one of my verses, could be used as a night light |
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I let the vibrations, venacular |
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Scoop up a chase for cakes, like a spatula |
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Now that I captured that, I got ya gasping for |
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More the same thing, that's what you ask me for |
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Verbal debris, wash the shorelines |
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Globally, I'm respected worldwide lyrically |
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I got more bounce than bounce |
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And I ain't trynna make ya bounce |
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I'm just trynna show you what I'm about |
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[Chorus] |
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[Hook x4: Afu-Ra] |
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Yup, spread out, but wait |
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I'm on your body, yeah, yeah |
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We came to mash up the whole party |
