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(Dizzy Dustin) |
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(My main man) |
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(Dizzy Dustin) |
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(He's out of sight) |
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(Dizzy Dustin) |
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(Pay attention) |
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(Dizzy Dustin) |
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(Now alright) |
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(Dizzy Dustin) |
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(He's too much) |
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(Dizzy Dustin) |
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(That's all I know) |
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(Dizzy Dustin) |
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(Hey everybody) |
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(Dizzy Dustin) |
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(Listen here) |
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[Dizzy Dustin] |
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Me without a mic is 23 without the Nikes |
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A writer said we light, but don't believe the hype |
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I'm fluid like a druid when he's circlin stones |
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I chrome the conduit and hear through headphones |
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Write words to match, put the herb in the batch |
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I shove em in the oven and watch em react |
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In fact, I bring it back like a holding car |
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Consumers take it off the rack like a bowling ball |
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I admit it, critics get under my skin |
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I discipline men with the ink from a pen |
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Or better yet with a Bic, I'm razor-sharp like it's chic |
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I break the ice like a pick, nice without the Vicks |
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(Dizzy Dustin) comin with combustion |
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Yvan Drago, I must break you when I rush in |
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Cause yo, it's disgusting |
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People treat rap like an urinal |
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We take it personal |
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I do encores on tours, night after night |
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Takin flight like condors, clingin the light |
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I hold on tight when I'm flippin acrobatics |
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Grippin microphones like my hands were two magnets |
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Hip-hop's detergent all-purpose |
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Quarantine the scene, clean the stains below the surface |
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Put it in your box, don't knock it till you try it |
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And all the Ugly people be quiet |
