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Outta the thin air to the rescue. |
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About to bless you, higher than Finn air |
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I wreck crews. Who wanna wrestle? |
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Let it be known the rest better be letting it go. |
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I'm type: Incredible |
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Don't get no redder than so. |
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I'm right on this |
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Making it hot like in saunas |
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Honest I'm about to bomb this |
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Eating MCs like piranhas |
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Even Clark gets pyjamas, could've helped you |
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get that flow tight |
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You lowlife |
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Thinking you rapping just 'cos you hold a mic |
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I don't want a piece of the pie, I want a whole slice |
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Still, you know I easily smile, I don't need no ice |
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A little bit of weed and I'm fine for the whole night |
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And every hour or so about four pints |
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Long nights and short days now, that's me |
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Never been known really for acting classy |
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Your girlfriend says she loves how my pants be baggy |
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And that my raps be making the thoughts on her mind nasty. |
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I'm a quit that chit chat |
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Spit that shit that |
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Y'all get to spit back if you with that |
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Now you already heard a thunder sound in the underground |
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Nowadays they wondering how I come around |
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Only amateurs thinking my city is a summer town |
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My flow's a snow plough for you all year round |
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So whatever you saying I ain't listening |
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Messing with this, a stupid move like pissing in the wind |
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My flow's like nitroglycerine |
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Now do I need to tell you to raise your fist again? |
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Now for y'all who don't know it's AA for life |
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And for y'all trying to flow, better say goodnight |
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Letters I spray is trife |
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Seems like it's gonna be another one of them late nights |
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(We 'bout to take flight!) |
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Ain't it a sight? |
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Now Red do whatever Red like |
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Something stupid is probably what Red might |
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Clothes is nice, but rather a sponsor by Red Stripe |
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If it ain't sex then I'm a be getting some head right? |
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I'm a quit that chit chat |
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Spit that shit that |
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Y'all get to spit back if you with that |
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When I got a drink in front of me I'm the last to frown |
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You think you know how to boogie better pass the crown |
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I got a lot of trash in my mouth need to spit it out |
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So listen, I ain't leaving 'til they drag me out |
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(You have grass?) Mad amounts |
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Plenty to pass around |
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Forever we steadily ready to heavily mash out |
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So why you looking at me like I'm the asshole now? |
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You silly |
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That ain't me really, just ask around |
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Still I never pay much attention to them fashion clowns |
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Don't give a fuck and a half bout them bastards now |
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So what if you got cash and a mansion and a house? |
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What you bragging 'bout? |
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Shut your nagging mouth. |
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I'm a quit that chit chat |
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Spit that shit that |
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Y'all get to spit back if you with that |
