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When it's time for me to recline |
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I listen to rhymes and beats in the waves of the spine, to the brain relievin' pain & anguish the stangest arrays make me sway and make my day brighta the hip hop envia. write arrive a little soona check the soles on my |
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Pumas my attitude is miserable cause in my mind |
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I'm sayin' here's a fool |
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I don't like |
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I won't strike his ass in the face |
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I'm blastin' the bass in my headphones a fool don't have to get his head flown why waste time with rhymes? |
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I get straight to the point like |
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I HATE when funk's in the joint the hip hop is playin' sprintin' in to spray men don't threaten me or you won't be able to see when |
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I gouge ya eyes out |
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I despise doubt on your part like |
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I won't stab you in your heart my flow is drastic serious, sarcastic my motto is, "Phuck with me & get your ass kicked." |
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And that's the key to understandin' me and if they cool then the foot is what you'll be brandin', |
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B yeah... [BRIDGE:] "Check It ooooout!" (Repeat) |
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I love to peep a rhyme first of all |
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I'm seein' if my man can keep the time if he go off beat, and it's on purpose he gotta come back on the beat or the effort is worthless |
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I like ot hear a cool flow but if it's identical to another, he a fool for it ya gotta build, upon skills and all that copy that most popular rapper shit can get killed |
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I like a nigga who is quick witted cause it make me feel like |
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I do, when |
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I come from where my dick splitted and |
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I admit it, it's a joy when |
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I hear a nigga avoid the wack and make 'em paranoid |
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I loves niggas who talk shit cause that's my department |
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I got somethin' for anyone who starts shit cause |
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I'm relentless with a sentence a jail sentence, after |
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I beat you senseless |
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I like niggas when they add rhymes, mad rhymes then |
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I laugh at niggas who fell off and had rhymes just some descriptions of what |
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I like to listen to with my |
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Bruce Banner scanner point of view... ('Pe-urnnnn') [BRIDGE] |
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Now I'm bout to clown a bitch she made my eyebrows twitch cause she's rich yeah, real funny she makes some money for puttin' other niggas down you nuthin' but a clown you can't write and you're not bright you fail to notice the dopeness cause you have no insight you need to quit you ain't shit you need to get a lesson, in hip hop detection and you're next in my list to jack it's a fact not fiction bitch, stop ya bitchin' you write articles |
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I'ma rip apart ya skull cause ya dull not entertainin' |
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I'ma put ya brain in orbit cause |
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I'm morbid thinkin' a new ways to kill ya and yo, |
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I feel ya ya too critical and ain't got a bit a pull just admit it fool before we get rid of you a rolling stone gathers no moss and now who will pay the cost and afterwards get lost hit the dirt, before you get hurt |
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I eat stupid bitches like you and a rhyme for dessert |
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I bet you never get no dick you make me so sick so my pistol is loaded... [BRIDGE] |