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Survival Tactics |
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Point missed, lesson learned by way the table tops turned |
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To my concern, you failed to practice, survival tactics & got burned |
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In one ear & out the back of my impact year |
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To boost your self-esteem & camoflauge your wack career |
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Got yourself the flops & flossin but you forget |
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That your one hit aint feedin them 5 babies n' shit |
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Keep the fat rat rich & he'll backflip |
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Bending over wack words, like you expect, I got you facin backwards |
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Right back where you started, cold, gettin retarded |
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Thinkin back, bustin' for nothin but table scraps |
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Fish all that, we're on a fully loaded expedition |
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For suckers actin shifty like a manual transmission |
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Ammunition comes in a black cloak |
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Sneak up on em, let the suckers fly once, then I snap his throat |
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The infamous, Los Angeles, lyricist |
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San Fernando Val, Southern Cal when they experience it |
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Here it comes, some survival tactics |
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We keep it movin in the place, aint no time for practice |
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That's how we do make the crowd shout is all that counts |
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And all amounts, gettin love, makin heads bounce |
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Survival Tactics |
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Now, whether you like it or not, we still arrive |
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Bright and early up in yo' face with somethin live |
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Spinnin on the kerosil but fail to realize |
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I'm the supreme energizer no (yeah) rhyme state |
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Nothin but a circus with a flying trapeze of emcees |
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Not to talk shit but man please |
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Headquarters units alarm, Styles of Beyond |
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Comin through military troops to bring battles call |
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A roadmap to the island of survival |
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Wallow at the kids that love to do what I do |
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Bleach'll make you jump & get rediculous |
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Prepain for the ride, grab my popcorn & licorice |
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Chill, have a seat, get a drink, maybe watch |
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But if it ain't the real, second thought maybe not |
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This'll make the time for when it's really time to drop |
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Collect the Navy Seals, scuba dive for hip hop (hip hop) |
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Here it comes, some survival tactics |
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We keep it movin in the place, aint no time for practice |
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That's how we do make the crowd shout is all that counts |
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And all amounts, gettin love, makin heads bounce |
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Survival Tactics |
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What goes up must come down, gravity kills |
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But tragically emcees got more egos than skills |
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Watch your back whip the carseat with a closed fist |
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Cause it's survival of the fit man, even the strong get dissed |
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So now we drop down, parachutes, backtrack it slow |
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Through the roof, survival tactics on the loose |
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Secret agent combination, junkyard, daily route |
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Sell the star ranks, snatchin piggy banks that escape |
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Load the armored tank with the ammo & the ratchets |
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Man, you know the time (what's the time?), time for action |
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What's the reaction, keep a close caption |
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Collapsin emcees, wanna be stuck on something like Michael Jackson |
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Within a split second of a fraction, Ryu's attackin |
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With the first of a strapped regiment assassin |
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Here it comes, some survival tactics |
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We keep it movin in the place, aint no time for practice |
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That's how we do make the crowd shout is all that counts |
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And all amounts, gettin love, makin heads bounce |
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Survival Tactics |
