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Verse 1: |
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Del, my main brain function is gang bustin |
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I aim ??? scrumptious gumption despite ur assumptions |
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I like lumpin' up dumb cuts w/ abundance |
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Rhyme resevoirs that glitter like a gun bust (bloaww!) |
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Obnoxious to coppers and fake Hip-Hoppers |
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They bite my steez and try to doctor my cross-words |
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For the highest offer I plot the Oxford |
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Poetical posture that gotcha, like the shocker |
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Nocturnal burning herbals, playin' Turbo Graphics |
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Federal Reserve ur cabbage, u don't deserve to have it |
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Curb ur habit, a fictional farce and fairy tales |
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I know u very well, and rise to the top like Ariel |
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Periscope's up when I loc' up |
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Landmine logistics, the digits ain't listed |
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I flood cupboards w/ natural disorder |
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Cause when I dosha, I switch over |
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I sent cobras amongst ur rosebuds |
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No buzz, not even from 500 pounds of Folgers |
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Go get u a pass, u sniffin' the ass |
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Pay attention in class, cause if u do that |
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U might... |
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Hook: |
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Get it in focus |
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Didn't u know this |
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This mission is hopeless |
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Pitifull poets |
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Didn't get no wins |
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My signature slogans |
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Splittin' ya open |
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Hittin' the dosha...??? |
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Better listen closer |
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...Focus ur mind |
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Bridge: |
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My ride quality quantum armed when gone to lunch |
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And u can come along w/ us |
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My syllables savvy; Gravity's entrapped in cabins |
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W/ brain ?seizures? so pack ur aspirin |
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Burn baby burn ur chapped and blackened like charcoal |
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But our soul subtracts the sacchrin |
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And cheesy packaging, we be trafficking the contraband |
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On a plantation after we break in... |
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Verse 2: |
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Nothin' can awaken, shakin' ur mind |
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W/ blatent basement bombshells that keep strafing |
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Have faith in Me and Paul |
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The weed I freeze the remedial and eat 'em like a Peter Paul |
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Beat em all fair and square, prepare for static |
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I'm char-is-matic, from hair to fabric |
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Avid aviator when I'm facin' Vader |
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Within' divine sacks, I leave ur mind and ur spine tapped |
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Face the music, embrace the true sense |
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Of pain, when I stomp ur brain and leave shoe prints |
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If u hot, then I'm the coolant |
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I rule w/ ironclad mandibles, they trap u ??? |
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Hook |
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Verse 3: |
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When I'm upon the track, it's a common fact, I'm bombing that |
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Smash it like a pomegranate, better call in management |
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Tandem mist of cannabis, random sniffs get u ramblin' |
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The ambulance will handle that, examin' facts |
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Ferociously, u spoke to me like u close to me |
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Like u folks w/ me, who u 'sposed to be? |
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Next thing I know u'll try to dose my weed |
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Toast to me, cause I broke the speed barrier |
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Repairin' it is arrogance on ur part |
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Sure start the core operation, it's hard to face him |
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Cuz bars away from an incarceration |
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I ain't into operations that ain't makin' me |
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Cake up cheese, give or take a G |
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Feel the nature's breeze on my naked knees |
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But for leisure, Do not disturb, I'll kick ur keister |
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Unleash the Beast Wars take three-fourths |
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When I leap forth, I resort to G Force |
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U better creep soft, watch where ur feet walk |
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Or profile meets chalk by the see-saws, retard |
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Coincidently, simply raw |
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Fill out this entry form, so we can get beyond |
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The nifty song u dissed me on |
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Now u the new contestant on my truth confessions |
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Teach the youth a lesson they're not used to gettin' |
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I got a team of writers like the King of Fighters |
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That never seem to 'tire |
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That's the reason why u gotta.... |
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Hook (2x) |
