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Intro/Chorus: |
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Never no more, never no more |
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Never will a sucka score, never no more |
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Never no more, never no more |
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Never will a sucka score, never no more [Tajai] |
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Message recorded, lessons be stored in this mental core, it's like lentil porridge |
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Nas-T, Massey, be the last |
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G From medical texts to class me |
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Ask me, if |
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I had to grip my pad the riffs |
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I grab would rip and stab the kids that's sad, the shit that's drab and flavorless,and wreckless |
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Your bestest behavior gets |
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I plays the hits, displays the shit a razor gets parlayed amidst and later splits a philly that |
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I made ya hit, a really phat one that |
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I gave to kids when |
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I punched em, |
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I crunch men, out of function [Phesto] |
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Ponder on this, |
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I swallowed the spliff with elocution |
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Encompassing the pompous means when |
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I escalate my tool shins get split, men get spindled swiveled pivoted by my riveting centrifuge |
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I swindle crews, bringing a fist to bruise |
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Pulverizing skulls annihilating trifling dunces |
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Pulling rifle pumps to stifle punks when my knife splits |
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Split your spleen hit you clean in the kisser |
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When I twist a riddle |
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I'm breakin the brittle and flimsy with my whimsy |
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Puns and phrases |
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I stun and phase kids |
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Terrorize em paralyze em paraplegic, when |
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I leave em |
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Mindless spineless vertabraetless with menengitis |
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I earn em swift and minus a life with my nine |
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Chorus 2X [A-Plus] |
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I get the props, you get the buttocks |
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I know my what-nots, stoppin flows like blood...clots |
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Nah, cuz that's a bad word in |
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Jamaican And |
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I am that, grams packed cuz my jam's phat |
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So get the beaner butter we discovered treasure |
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You're sweet when |
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I stomp you with my feet just for pleasure |
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Cuz I write the rhymes like a slave'll pick the cotton |
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The best from the |
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West cuz I'm fresh and you're rotten |
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Take out the trash or |
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I'll take it out your ass |
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With a blast from the past in the future, |
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I'll shoot ya |
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But for the present beatdowns will suffice |
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Lose cuz you choose to be down with some mice |
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You dumb dunces, |
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I come once it's my time to |
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Wanna hear a joke? |
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I'm you. Don't you wish |
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I won't dismiss your treachery |
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I bet you be, leaving upon a stretcher |
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G [Opio] I'm coming tighter, your rhymes are |
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Oreida Little reminescent of the poetry |
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I write a-stoundingly, you're sounding like me, might we |
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Step outside and settle this |
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I cause catastrophes |
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I laugh at these cause my shit is astonishing |
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Demolishing, you and your following |
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I'm swallowing |
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MC's like |
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I was a black hole ramsack those wack flows who chose to oppose |
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I don't suppose, dare or where my stubble grows |
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Reverses the process, god bless you swing and whoa it's you! |
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Opio, disposes of crews like snotty tissues |
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I rip through bodies with corkscrews you wish you never tried |
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Chorus 2X |
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Never again |
