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(Genius) |
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Mic trippin, from rock skipping |
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Off the local brooks, not knowing |
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Heavy weight, throwin vocal hooks |
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Ryming off Apache, the Rza scratch thee |
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Records borrowed from Home Alone kid known as latchkey |
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Break beat fanatic, crates deep in attics |
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Forty-fives marked up, looped with static |
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Rap ring heavy, each link in my chain, trucks Chevy |
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Flare ripped from the magic lair, of medley |
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But deadly I merge foward, with a sharp spear |
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He must return now his flight departs here |
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Like Sittin Bull, I lay with my bow pulled |
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Arrow poisonous cos my enemy clip's full |
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Stay in the venue, with the party promoters, life parolers |
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Half the crowd wild, 9 m&m holders |
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Apply boulders, smash your allied soldiers |
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Intimate footage roll off the cameraman's shoulder |
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Many-a-die for fame movin like Leroy |
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Can't be one and the same, nah it ain't b-boy |
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The decoy, scan this with high tech radar |
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Til my mic strike, leave a state-size crater |
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I came into this with the writer's block |
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To prevent a sudden shock, on a large flock |
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Clips are uncut episode, invinciable armor |
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I blaze one, once I struck the match off my bomber |
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Adjust this, til its EQ'ed like never |
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Watch a mega watt bang spot, raise the lever |
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Its operation cobra, its over |
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Control the globe slowly, the bold soldier |
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(Genius) |
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My rough cut metal tapes, quick to break labelmates |
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Won't hesitate to negotiate your table stake |
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First lesson came from the session, room one |
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From the longest awaited, but the strongest made it |
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Complex, complicated, compressed elongated |
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Homicidial sub-title, Wu claw banga off the ocean shore |
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Kid jaw, cut with the jig-saw |
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Intern engineer, vest on the youth |
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Make the mic booth bulletproof from sparked wires |
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From autofire, rapid from the verbalist slangster's gat |
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Two hit Tucker she labeled it gangstar rap |
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Unseen heard, struck the vital nerves |
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of some sort, courts got papers to serve |
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Still bang em in the head, just lead no eraser |
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One shot, no chaser, who gonna replace her |
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You punch-drunk swingin your keys on your index |
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Showin off your Rolex |
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Didnt see the joe text, you filmed it on bolex |
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Smashed with the largest full finger name ringer,life clinger |
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