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We'd like to dedicate this particular tune |
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to all to all to all the hell of ya from wherever |
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(Sample from |
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Channel Live:Mad Izm |
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Cause there's all these weak rappers steady making hits, **** that! |
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Verse One: |
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I drop clarity like kerotene, everytime I speak out |
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Rappers freak out, but never stick their necks too deep out |
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And touch the live wire, gettin live like from gaya inner |
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Jim Jones kool-aid you got mad reason to be afraid |
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You ain't ready, rhymes are petty, never lyrical |
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It's a miracle they need to reign as they ??? |
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To get blessed, East vs. West, we never on that |
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Cause the rugged format you can't get from where you're born at |
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So learn this, to burn this, you gotta earn this with your rap style be the firmest, |
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Forget about your color of epidermis |
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For advantages, there's bandages, whatever your language is |
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You be in Danger like that Blahzay triangle is |
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The Blah being mind freein |
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Not the fatigue wearin jewels glarin rapper, you used to seein |
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Absestos study lessions to make impressions |
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The P's come and squeal on the real I'm mad excited I got my deal but still... |
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Chorus: |
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(Sample from |
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Main Source:Looking At The Front Door |
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You don't know the pain I feel |
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(Channel Live) |
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Cause there's all these weak rappers steady making hits, **** that! |
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Cuz cuz cuz you don't know the pain I feel |
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Cause there's all these weak rappers steady making hits |
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You don't know the pain I feel |
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Cause there's all these weak rappers steady making hits, **** that! |
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Cuz cuz cuz you, cuz, cuz you don't know the pain I feel |
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Cause there's all these weak, rappers, steady making hits |
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Verse Two: |
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Now everybody lamp go ahead get amped for your camp |
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Without no harmony your Normandy would have never been the champ |
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And let me mention, no racial tension the way the rule goes |
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I flows with bros, PF flows with papa chulos |
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We combine cluster, you can't muster break your ligaments |
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Building my predicaments, living with the immigrants |
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See special blow your vest or do it thorough |
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That's blurro, my referral don't try to rally up your borough |
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Just warm, stay calm if you don't got steel in your palm you'll peel me, |
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I'm top rank I got more lines than the Yanks uni- |
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form, carry on screamin on MC's |
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Running around together only bonded by smoking trees |
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Chronic, my tonic make you vomit for teamin up |
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Bringin the drama, be blank comma blank comma |
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Read it, singers get weeded, then conceeded |
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But you don't know the pain, so watch how you feed it to me |
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(Chorus) |
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Verse Three: |
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Comin with with the raw tech, strong like Gortex |
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Rappers get more plex, as they make their name off all fetch |
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and unrealistic, your neighbor crew know you're ballistic |
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Your statistic ain't mistic, under that talk we know who is it |
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So stay busy, keep touring Your hood is roaring, |
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it's not a place for pussycats to be exploring |
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Your plan lock it, you bandwagon just to start a rival |
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Without skills you better check for your own survival |
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And feel the pain rappers talk a good John Wayne but look stupid |
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You be trying to play us like a groupie |
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With your rap staff you riff and raff I listen and laugh, |
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In town you down out of town you get sent ass |
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And you don't know the pain... |
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(Chorus) |
