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Yo... |
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Microphone yo... corazon yo... |
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No doubt, lyrics, yo A.L., check it |
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What you say son? |
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Raw creation, my nation is trapped, packed like animals |
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Hannibal canibals lurkin in streets which are flammable |
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A rastless, hustler's aimin, for the intangible meat |
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I'm too deep, checkin if beats are compatible |
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Brain lit off shots, body counts become plural |
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Hand me a mic, I paint a picture on your mural |
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Vision of streets, summer's blood, when you need peroxide |
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Never on the cop's side since my man's pops died |
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Nuttin's correct to life it's lopside, and cockeyed |
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I ain't Popeye, so I front hard, to make my glock hot |
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Thoughts react to the impossible, kill the probable |
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Constable obstacles, haunt me like my future in a hospital |
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Until them days, my ways'll be unstoppable |
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Undroppable, undodgeable, mainly focus illogical |
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To know it to show it the poet'll grab the Moet |
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I blow it before I flow it, topics I sew it pockets I dought it |
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Legitimate cash is the only thing I cream |
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So the knowledge I fiend, until I raise my seed |
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Too much greed exceeds, leaves the next man to bleed |
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Little kids don't read, they're out of touch with we |
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So I proceed, to make you hear it, just to lead you |
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with spirits of lyrics, cause I need you, I need you |
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No doubt son |
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Lyrics I need you, I breed you, I need you |
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Lyrics... I need you, I breed you |
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Lyrics... I need you... I breed you |
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Lyrics... I need you, I breed you |
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Check it |
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I civilize the unwise when I rise to my potential |
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The instrumental, enables me to move my pencil |
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Coincidental, to Eintsein's radical mental |
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Kickin shit like orientals far from gentle I'm essential |
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When I speak it yo I leak it I freak it, until you peep it |
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Gun clappers like creep and sneak it, rappers love to critique it |
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Hey yo they honor us, like a foreigner with a genre |
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Accounted for visualizing more bodies than a coroner |
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My streets are evil, minds are feeble run illegal |
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Livin savage like eagles chainin my people to a needle |
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While my cerebral, blesses the mic like a cathedral |
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Thoughts'll lead you verbals'll feed you to seed you I breed you |
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to head you like psychics I came to read you hip-hop I love you |
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and I need you rhythmatic automatic fanatic bringin the static |
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Rappers they panic stay frantic, while I relax on hammocks |
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Island gigantic volcanic, hard to find, like the Titanic |
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I came to slam it, to hold it down like the granite |
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Lyric mechanic organic from the Eastern Atlantic |
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I run dynamic bendin rappers like they ceramic |
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Throughout the planet I scampered the banner, that's how I ran it |
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A genuflection goes out, to those in correction |
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for recollection, I use the Common Sense Resurrection |
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So use protection when you step in my direction |
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Lyric injection, could cause infection in your section |
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There's no reflection, in this professional selection |
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Give mic inspections, so I can hold it with affection |
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Beat perfection, carouse the mental in erection |
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So vote perfection, House of Reps run elections son |
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Lyrics I need you, I breed you, I need you |
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Lyrics... I need you, I breed you |
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Lyrics... I need you... I breed you |
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Lyrics... I need you, I breed you |
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House of Reps, KD, what? |
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Yeah, you know the deal son, keep it real son |
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You know the deal son, keep it real son |
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with lyrics |