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Moka Only |
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I'm the durable mammal, Moka Only the complete abnormality |
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Fatality maker, don't you sleep |
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Why? It's detrimental that you set your mental clock right |
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So you can catch the prime example of those who rock right |
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The top tight, my mics made of alabaster |
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Castin' shadows the size of Mount Shasta beadore I smash ya |
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I promise to be the bombest, I gotta say that |
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You wanna die? Well you can be accommodated |
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To be honest, you soft like hummus |
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To be on another plateau you gotta rap pro or become sawdust |
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I'll ?? ?? that ass with no exception |
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Been ill since my conception, I come for the collection |
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Same ol' cask respectin' bitch I can't front yo |
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Bizzy D went back to the hotel an' spelled his name in dough |
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I'm hella pro, a rappers work is never done |
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I like necks, I think I'm bout to sevre one |
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Prevail |
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I put my pressure on the corners and cave the box in |
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There's homicide on my breath and rhyme circles of sin |
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See if I don't re-animate the meat grinders grain |
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In the 8 wing where grey veins protrude from my grey rings |
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My collection of strange things include: |
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A barreling delivery like a Winchester and a pool full of crude |
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Oil in my turmoil ridden block of ill rhythm |
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Where cracker cockroaches talk about class division |
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See I'm not stuck in a strucked out function |
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I adapt to the place I hear the bass bumpin' |
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Keep every rhyme different, that's a sign of a vetran |
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Keep a bag of Buc Fifties in my cabinet of medicine |
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Mad Child |
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Make sure the door's locked and your deadbolt's fastened |
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Your worst nightmare that shares no compassion |
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Acid falshbacks get hacked up into fractions |
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Sergeant's road kill, still missing in action |
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An unafferctionate date, I'm section eight |
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Let's play, you be the bride of death and decay |
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Do you stay awake at night thinking of the things you should worry about? |
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Follow this blood trail and hurdle through the forest of doubt, til I'm out |
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In the wide open plains, hopin' to maintain |
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The same yeild, but the field's littered with corpses |
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Death is my departure, til then I'm explosive |
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An overdose of death, spare me no thrill |
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I'm rare, bare me no ill will, I'm there |
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The last man standing, never call a truce |
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Apologize? Nah, strength needs no excuse |