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I'm t-n-t |
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And i just can't lose |
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An emcee with a fuse |
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When it's lit i hit |
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With the lyrical wit |
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Of a scientist |
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Tryin' this |
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Sugar coated |
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Rhyme loaded |
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With gunpowder |
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Now see how the |
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Crowd will yell louder |
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Now the |
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Rhyme is dropped |
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You hear a pop |
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You think it's a shot |
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But you just can't stop |
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Your heart vibrates |
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At my rate |
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So why wait |
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I hate to be irate |
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Anger causes rhyme combustion |
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Like a tornado winds start gustin' |
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Rhymes unload reload and explode |
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Riding on the same wave malcolm x rode |
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On a higher level cause i left the rest |
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Outcast outlast f- the press |
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When i hit it's like a bulldozer |
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Boom and there goes ya |
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Whole world up in smoke |
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Cause when i go i go for broke |
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Yo i'm on the hyped tip |
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I get on the mic with |
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Tunnel vision |
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Cause i'm mic whipped |
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Strung from the lung to tongue |
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I breathe rhymes |
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That come from |
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A zone that's hidden |
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And forbidden |
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If any man enters |
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Good riddance |
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Cause a mortal mind |
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Is just no contest |
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The rhyme zone |
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Is my conquest |
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The twilight zone |
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Will seem like child's play |
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Am i a genius |
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I'll say |
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I'm so cool |
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And yet so hyped |
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When i'm on the mic |
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It's something like |
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World war ii |
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Remember pearl harbor |
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Fireworks |
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But don't bother |
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To run for cover |
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You don't escape |
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On record |
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Compact disc or tape |
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Once you play it |
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The fuse is lit |
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An explosion |
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You gettin' hit |
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Rhythmic prophecies |
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Visions visions i forsee |
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Me blowin' up in your face |
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Now stop to see |
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Smoke fumes |
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In the shape of a mushroom |
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Cloud the room |
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Cause i went boom |
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I'll light the sky |
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Like halley's comet |
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When it comes to rap |
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I'm it |
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I'm blowin' up |
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I'm blowin' up |
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For the fans that crave |
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Hip hop with relevance |
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I'm here to save |
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Rap from an early grave |
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Like a god i gave |
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Life to the mic |
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As i watch it enslave |
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All the sellouts |
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Who yell out |
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Obscenities and spell out |
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Money to propell out |
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Of the ghetto |
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But like othello |
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You kill the mic |
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A cappella |
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You're in the rap cellar |
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You rap like |
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Rap is a dash for cash |
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You'll run out of gas |
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It's a marathon |
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How long can you last |
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With repetitious nothing |
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Renditions of something |
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You can't create |
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So you imitate the pumpin' |
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Only the strongest |
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Can last the longest |
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I last |
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My reign is the longest |
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In hip-hop history |
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Check the book |
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Victory after victory |
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Man look |
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Rappin' is a science |
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The mic is an appliance |
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So i applied it |
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To an alliance of words |
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Put 'em in a rhyme zone |
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Blow 'em up |
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Like a time bomb |
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Other emcees |
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Caugt the debris |
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Little bits and pieces of me |
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Put my ideas on |
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A track you laid |
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Is like pulling my pen |
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Like a grenade |
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I'm blowin' up |
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Clap |
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Your hands to that |
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Old track that brought back |
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The man that rap |
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Better than the next man |
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I take an ex-fan |
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And make 'em rock harder than any other can |
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Whoever didn't understand |
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My game plan |
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Should feel ashamed |
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Like a lame |
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Cause i'm the same man |
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That ran the rap yard for years |
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Worked hard for years |
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Never got paid slaved and starved for years |
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Then other rappers came off |
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With rhymes that were soft |
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I went with the flow |
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And you said that i fell off |
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Don't be bogus |
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Where's your focus |
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Did what i had to do to make you take notice |
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Now the dollar's rolling |
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No more holding |
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Back the rap attack i'm back on top controlling |
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The whole rap game again |
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Like i did way back when |
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Def jam was a dream i mean |
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I was slaying men |
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I opened my eyes realized and revised |
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How to get paid |
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Money was made |
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Cause i'm wise |
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Enough to do anything |
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So i did it |
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Weak rappers forget it |
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We've passed the time |
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Of the nickel and dime rhyme |
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The proof is in the pudding that's |
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Why i'm blowin' up |
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I'm blowin' up |
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Whoever thinks he wants some |
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He don't want none |
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He's got to be insane |
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Or plain dumb |
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But if you think |
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You got something to prove |
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Jump make your move |
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But come in a tank |
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And ten suits of armor |
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I won't whip ya |
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I'll bomb ya |
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When you're on fire |
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It still ain't enough |
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Cause i won't just bury you boy |
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I'll blow ya up |
