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Ladies and gentlemen |
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Gentlemen and ladies |
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Adults teenagers adolescents and babies |
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No if's and's but's or maybe's |
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I want the whole world to rock today |
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Because i said i was and always was |
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The baddest rapper on the mic and i proved it does |
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Make a difference |
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On the way you think you syn- |
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Cronize the wise tries |
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To overcome the dumb the drum |
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Beats a pattern that turns into |
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A catalyst that'll just |
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Grab your ear you had to hear |
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A rhyme's contents |
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Beyond nonsense |
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If you're not convinced |
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Get tense and wince |
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Cause i'll make a skeptic |
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Look epileptic |
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Shake and brake like the holy ghost connected |
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His body and soul |
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I control |
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His mind is mine cause my |
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Rhyme holds |
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Minds in limbo |
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You resemble |
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A clone of jim jones as them bones tremble |
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Shakin' like a leaf in disbelief |
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No chatterin' teeth |
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Can cease pity or grief |
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I got you flipping like a burger |
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Head spinning like a top |
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Weak at the knees |
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And you're about to drop |
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You can't find your heart |
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You need a warrant to search |
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Get off your knees |
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Boy this ain't church |
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You can pray if you wanna pray |
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Say what you wanna say |
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Did you forget you was ambiguous |
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You're gonna pay |
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For doubting my rhyme |
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You better freeze your thought |
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Cause i read minds |
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If you got caught |
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I taught |
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Lessons for second-guessing |
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Reroute doubt |
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I reprogram and deprogram about |
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Two million fans |
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Through rhytmic hypnosis |
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Left in a state |
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Of cataclysmic neurosis |
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Neurotic from a narcotic |
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Known as rhyme |
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Addicted to rap |
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And you're a fiend for mine |
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For my rap info |
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You're a nympho |
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I'll raise the conscience |
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And then hit them so hard with the rhyme |
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I'ma leave you scarred |
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Cause i don't just hit ya |
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I hit ya hard |
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I weave the bob |
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To do the job |
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Set you up with the left |
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As the right writes hard |
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Lyrics stick and move |
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Behind the groove |
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As the beat gets better |
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The rhyme improves |
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Adversaries prepare for a telling loss |
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Bring a stretcher nurse and the smelling salts |
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My rhyme is more |
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Than a fight or a bout |
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You ain't goin' down |
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Boy you're goin' out |
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No count necessary |
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Cause you ain't gettin' up |
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Bad mouthin' ends very |
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Very very abrupt |
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Thought patterns converted |
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Through overt overtures |
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Prepared your mind |
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Much better for metaphors |
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More rap classics |
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Believe me there's no man |
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Not bach brahms beethoven or chopin |
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Polonaise would ever faze ya |
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Like i faze ya i amaze ya |
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Ali and fraizer i |
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Get deja vu from listening to |
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The rhymes that cut like an uppercut |
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And rings a bell too |
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I come out smoking |
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Hard from the first round |
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Stinging like a bee |
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And the bell is the worst sound |
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Cause i don't wanna let up |
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If you can get up |
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I'm fed up |
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The rhymes are sped up |
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To mess your head up |
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When the rhyme is over |
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They tally the scorecard |
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I get more points |
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Cause you hit the floor hard |
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But i'm hittin' hard |
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The very last thing |
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That you remember |
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Is a rhyme in your face |
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And the crowd yell timbre |
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Then you fall in a dopefiend nod |
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Cause i don't just hit ya |
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I hit ya hard |
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When i rain |
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It's more like a hurricane |
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You wanna dis |
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Then think of another name |
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Cause i go to work |
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And my rhymes slam |
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Put me to the test |
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You'll fail the exam |
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Cause that's the kind of test |
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You just can't study for |
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You're guaranteed |
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To end up bloody or |
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Broken twisted |
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Fractured blistered |
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Decapitated mutilated |
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Violated it's the |
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Kind of defeat |
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That you just can't live with |
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Try to compete |
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But you just can't get with |
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The mental master |
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Hard-ryhme supremist |
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My words have ya |
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Mixed like a chemist |
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My rhymes flow like |
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H-2-o |
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Cleaned with chlorine |
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To make green so |
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The rhyme is purified |
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You can't drink it |
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Biters and suckers |
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Don't even think it |
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The green i made |
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Is a money shade |
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When the rhyme evaporates |
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I get paid |
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Then it's time to rain |
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With the rhyme i know |
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And like plants |
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Watch my people grow |
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I heal sick minds |
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Like christ himself |
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Touch the soul |
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Like no one else |
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There's only one |
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President pope and one god |
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There's only one rapper |
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In that class |
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And i hit ya hard |
