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Prepare yourself to catch a verse from the big purse |
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Rotate the megahertz, where you heard it first |
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The perpendicular, said none similar |
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Quadruple any figure, quick on the trigger |
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Helter skelter, wig out by the goodfella |
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Not Lou Pinella cuz I'm black and mo' betta |
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Bust a phenomenum, we come to get busy |
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Deep in roots, but my name ain't Kizzie |
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Many many march cuz I'm heavy on the starch |
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Never tell a farce when I scale on a arch |
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Jammin' on the radio, brothers say, "way to go" |
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Shape it like Play-Do, soprano at the Chateau |
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My theory periodically flows a odyssey |
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Bigger than modern technology |
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So save all the chit-chat when I kick a format fat |
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It's like that... |
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C.L. is the attribute you salute |
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Cuz I gotta make loot, can't afford to be cute |
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Enter the equilibrium in a medium |
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Breaking your cranium with no ultimatum |
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Drop a psalm like a bomb, never land in your palm |
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And now I'm so cool and calm |
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Pure unadulterated, premeditated |
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Lyrical form, Pete Rock is the storm |
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Sophistication I kick to a nation |
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I rare compilation I call recreation |
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The prognosis, so mackadocious |
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Straight up ferocious for those who can focus |
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Large like the Beatles, ask all my peoples |
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Never make movies, so don't talk sequels |
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So, hon, save the chit-chat when I kick a format fat (it's fat) |
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It's like that... |
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I'm all sold out, no doubt, without a question |
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The blessing your guests in a suprucated session |
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Anyway your honor, heresay the melee |
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Is here for the payday, so A to the K |
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Or should I say Deda, original baby par |
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Smooth like a reservoir, the funky Shang-Ri-La |
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No shame in my game, I'm set to entertain |
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And if it wasn't for the fame, skinz would never know my name |
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So back off a tad bit, that's a bad habit |
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Cuz I write the raw...for sure |
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Now I'm a flip a style and get crazy versatile |
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Never fragile cuz I'm flowin' like the Nile |
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Swing a jewel or a gem, notice how I say them |
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With my approach, smoke a rhyme to a roach |
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A four-season lover, light-skinned and bigger |
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But what I deliver come before the cotton picker |
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So here's to another hit, perfectly legitimate |
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When I hit the skinz, guaranteed to keep the candle lit |
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So save all the chit-chat when I kick a format fat |
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It's like that... |