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Hook: |
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Have you ever, ever in long living life |
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Seen a woman rock the mic |
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Like the one called the lyte |
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(repeat) |
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As I zoom with the z down the avenue |
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Who it be, me less the crew |
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Why you talkin that whoopied doo whoo |
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I'm makin moves, that's smoother than |
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The cream or the sweat from a wet dream |
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Drippin wit vaseline |
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My mabeline left a ring on the scene |
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I got mad peeps down with the tag team |
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Listen you couldn't front it you want to |
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Trying to escape now I'm the one that you're running to |
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Looking at my tag it's about that time |
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For you to get yours, for me to get mine |
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I got our shit poppin wheelies like a ninja |
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The inner of my center, keeps you warm in the winter |
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My placenta is on high overload, my complete context |
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Can get so complex, I might explode |
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On the scene, like a nuclear bomb |
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While the children scream, I'll yellin ring the alarm |
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Hook |
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This is going out to all the ruffnecks |
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And hood rats, jermaine hit me off with the track |
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Yo brat if you're wit me holla let me know where you're at |
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I be the stage wrecker, rhyme |
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Mafessa, feel the pressure, coming |
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Straight off elektra, the shit that be |
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Kicking is off the wall crazy |
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You can't see, what I can see cause you're |
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Blind baby, born a slave die a slave |
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Representing from the cradle to the grave |
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Cause we living in the last day, coming through your tv in 3-d |
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It's the lyte representing for the female species |
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Letting em know that they can't even |
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Hook |
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What do we have here, an impostor |
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Perpetrator, fake playre trying to get on the roster |
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I keep trying to warn em and drop it all on em |
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Rap my collapse, when they attack |
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And drop the bomb on em, blown to dust |
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Either roll with us, or get rushed in, in God we trust |
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Cause it's a must, that I kick it like I hear it |
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Speak it like I see it |
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It's the spirit, I ain't go to see it to believe it |
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I take the form of the rain in a storm |
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As I get warm, like the rays of the sun |
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Here I come, like a hurricane, ready to |
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Be reborn, let me be the first to welcome |
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You to the terrordome, the unknown zone |
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A million miles away from home |
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The clock is ticking, time is up, before the world destructs |
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Or the universe erupt |
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I'ma be the one to lights this motherf**ker up |
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Hook |
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