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Touched insane deranged and such |
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But my mind still thinks in the clutch |
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You run up you get, touched |
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Molested marauded messed with |
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I'm charged with electric current |
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And burn'em so don't, touch |
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Gimme room to bloom or boom impending doom |
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Thoughts consume man |
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I got that |
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Touched panache pizzaz |
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A feel for the real |
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Skill and lots of that |
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So I just build now [Opio] |
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While you throwin' punchlines |
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I'm bustin' hot ones with rhymes (blow!) |
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Acupuncture smackin' damn nerds like heroine |
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Swimmin' with sharks |
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I'm off the (Fairline?) |
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Islands They sense blood in they gills but a nigga will survive man |
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Automatic darts hypnotic talk |
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Alive and aware come prepared to collide you'se a dead man walkin' |
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And I'm the executioner connivin' like |
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Lex Luthor |
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What they shootin' for? [Tajai] |
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Man, I make these corny rappers respire |
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Break'em for their dapper atire |
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Then throw that ass in the fire |
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And ain't no use in askin' me why |
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**** YOU! that's my reply |
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Step back from the mike |
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Or I'm snatchin' your lives, right [A-Plus] |
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Niggas be actin' like |
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They be rappin' tight, but they lost |
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Like in the black of night |
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Soon to be my sacrifice |
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Better be wary of the legendary |
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Cuz your spot at the cemetery isn't temporary |
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Have you shook up like kids who mention |
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Carrie Or |
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Bloody Mary if you rappin' near me |
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Positively somethin' gon' happen really |
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I ain't got no back up in me |
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I stay managed |
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Wether you chill or pack a semi |
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You can't manage [Phesto Dee] |
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We gargantuan killa tarantulas |
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Touch the inchangeable, |
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Viagra flow, raw |
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Stronger then |
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Niagra Falls |
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Max Julien backhand |
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MCs and grab my balls |
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Hit'em with the black squad and crack your jaw [A-Plus] |
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Now I'm a chastise you rap guys |
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With wack lies |
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Soundin' like you doin' smack lines |
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Claimin' it's your last time |
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We start a riot like |
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Jamaicans over gas prices |
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That's why the mass like us |
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We them grass lighters [Opio] |
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Niggas think |
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I got punched by |
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Rudduck In the stomach the way |
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I bust from the gut & get |
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G's by the hundred but |
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That don't matter (fool) |
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Cause niggas get millions |
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For shit I ain't feelin' |
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And that's why |
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I'm building [A-Plus] |
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Yeah Absolutely, |
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I be rappin' smoothly |
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If she actin' too keyed |
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I'm a snatch a groupie |
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Roll a phattie and have niggas sayin' that's a doozy (Daaam boy!) |
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And bring it to niggas who front like it's a action movie [Opio] |
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Futuristic like |
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Appleseed |
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Musical masterpiece |
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Freeze rappers like a tractor beam |
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Yeah, major league data swing |
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On the track queen rap sting |
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Who blasting |
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We pure to the last gene [Tajai] |
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Weapon testin' with my 308 special |
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Runnin' up in your residences |
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Runnin' busters for their presidentials |
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In my sights |
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I won't miss you |
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Once you gone |
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I won't miss you |
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Livest nigga be a dead issue |
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Your flesh is just tissue for my talented talents to rip through |
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Physical enslaved to my imbalanced mental |
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My confidence is not confidential |
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So show deference for my skills diferential [Phesto Dee] |
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Yeah I suffocate featherweight |
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MC's never resucitate |
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Decimated easily as my voice fluctuated sentence structure |
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This critical juncture for you youngstas |
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Laser sharp hack ya, cut ya, acupuncture |
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Play my clutch |
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Midas touch press the gas and light the dutch up |
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My candy gloss touch ya |
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Eurethane is such a |
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Blood rushin' display of luxury and immerse ya |
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Submerge ya beyond the verge of word perfection [Tajai] |
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Yo these niggas out a pocket |
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I cold Cock'em and cock at their nose |
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Stopping their comment just for haulin' that garbage |
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My flow, shockin' and suckers with no |
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Stoppin' a racket |
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If you fi'n to talk about it |
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Be about it or get rowdy [Phesto Dee] |
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I spit that |
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Liquid detergent |
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Game like |
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George Gervin |
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Ice water |
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Under pressure operate like |
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Julius Erving |
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The surgeon, hovercraft percusion |
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With spontaneous combustion highly flammable magma through the mouth [Chorus: Tajai]x2 |
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I am Touched, unsane, deranged and such |
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But my mind still clicks in the clutch |
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You run up you get, touched |
|
Molested marauded messed with |
|
I'm charged with electric current |
|
And burn 'em so don't, touch |
|
Gimme room to bloom or boom impending doom |
|
Thoughts consume man |
|
I got that |
|
Touch, a feel for the real panache, pizzaz |
|
Skill and lots of that |
|
So I just build now [A-Plus: talking] |
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Get touched |
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I'm a touch you |
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For real Think |
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I'm playin' |
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All these fingers 'll |
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**** you up |
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That's real |
