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Asides from gettin in you, the words will stain you |
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Permanent like ink in epidermis, from tattoo artists |
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To scar this, thought of partnership you may have fought |
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For this position and status, this entrepeneurship |
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Matter of fact, madness I planned this like serial killers are banished |
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Flows aquatic like fishes' surroundings, underground and |
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It's pounding, like pregnancies, with the expectancy |
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Of three times three, use my mental nine to climb |
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Like gladiator on wall, on call like physicians |
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To deliver my labor you savor the flavor like Punisher to the cure |
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A parent's birth picture, evade mixture of offspring |
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Ring ring the alarm, cause I set strong cases of fire |
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From my wire connections and disconnections |
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To settin sparks cause then I'm wettin, microphone checkin |
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Disrespectin amateurs plus they mentors don't be a sore sport |
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If it's meant yours, just pretend I liked yours |
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[J-Treds] |
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I can be a bit demanding, acceptin, nothing less than the best |
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I don't just flip shit anyone can kid, I stick the landing |
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And stand out, amongst most so don't stress |
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Trying to touch us, you can't come close like phone sex |
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I stay ahead of the pack, if you fuckin with Treds |
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Know that I cover the spread so always bet on black |
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I'll give you your money's worth, serve up somethin delicious |
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While, most of these rappers be makin my tummy hurt |
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Got me upset, sick of these crabs who can't kick it |
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All addicted to rhyming, I'ma stick them in rehab |
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Get em cleaned up you know, show em the light that they're |
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All bark and no bite, like a tree trunk |
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We slash and burn em, Indelibles, The Fire In Which |
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Suckers are finished, may they flow, rest in pieces |
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Cause we're dominating, so while they're busy happy |
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Just to be nominated son, we give acceptance speeches |
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Takin the crown, front doors, breaking em down |
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We some BAD MOTHERFUCKERS, that's what many said |
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They also said, your time will come, it's time to take it cause |
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We just couldn't stand the wait like Jenny Craig |
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[Bigg Jus] |
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Now that's my man the scripture puzzler, bringin a pain device disguiser |
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For infinite wisdom seeker knowledge of life rhyme provider |
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?on dudes that just strip time codes down for my feet? |
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To master one-twenty-four bits at ninety-six KhZ |
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While you just now trying to get up on Dungeon D&D |
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Thinking Indelibles will crash and burn you must be lazy and obscene |
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We fire sequential flyers, my verse ?provides wrecks in concert D? |
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Slingin em 40 bottles frozen from rooftops and projects |
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Beware watch below for falling objects, rupturing your optical |
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Two one-hundred watt mono blocks is optional |
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To try to match wits with the Diamondback unstoppable |
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Background poseurs fiend for limelight exposure |
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When we rally back touch the microphone playtime is over |
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Who's trying to see the CF graf crew that visualize |
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Top to bottom, and stand out in New York like an L.A. gang tag do |
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Master of mathematical empirical principal |
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Metallic medicinal, mixed with herbs, science and mineral |
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Yo crews start to walk, when we crack the five series hood |
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Disengage the ?passive, rip open an issue casing? |
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Trying to sidestep backwards when it's this rhymer that you facing |
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[Brewin] |
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Aiyyo, the bullseye pulls my leg and beggin for mercy |
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My verse be the Don King-in, come out swinging |
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I'll to kill it, apply my skill shit and the floor's coming |
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Who ain't feelin my joint, so what that mean your jaw's numbing? |
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Chill let me stop, gotta get my joint dislodged |
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And retire armies of niggas, with my dishonorable discharge |
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And get real, pulling from deep and you gots to play up? |
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You talk about, "Respect mines," steady missin your layups |
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Hoes to foes, I start staring, wild truculant |
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Heart tearing style, fuck you then, order your demise |
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I'm well stocked, shell shocked, describin the bombs alarms |
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Incoming, when drum and vocal localize |
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For niggaz talkin bout Lucci, must be modeling Susan |
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Erika Kane bitch like, reputation for losing |
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Listen do you hear voices saying, "Damn that's a sucker" |
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Paranoid, looking like Fuzzy Zoeller at the Rukas |
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[El-P] |
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Hey yo my nihilist, stylus, cuts matter the finest |
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The prime of the sequence hides my vicious defense assignment |
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Your cacophonic visuals bond strictly to bitch tissue fissure |
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Yeah, the burn from what I'm worth operation |
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I hate, let's exterminate bandwidths and communicate physically |
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Bezerk non happers will sleep on third rails for their cemetary |
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Enlist as, from small pox to syphillis, all stars |
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Shit on punchlines insidious kid, that you barf off |
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Only buck fifty you ever handed out was with a Metro card |
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I can fit the sum of your Tom Thumb concepts in a thimble |
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Simple bitches, Doctor Death lacing barbed wire stitches |
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A herd of mad cows bust through brick walls like Jumanji |
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Sixty-Five upsetter, malicious sickness scatalogics |
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Prophets turned skeptics, skeptics found Jesus |
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Right-Wingers turned leftist, everybody jumped on the dick of independence |
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Sorry we don't want you anymore get lost kid find an exit |
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Bugged, isn't it? Huh, live you fuckin suckers |
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I woulda been a witness to collapse your fame squadron |
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Pardon me, still a fan trying to understand how to be a master |
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For our Peoples who I see Dilated turn your fuckin grill to alabaster |
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Indelibles... |
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(Len scratches up various excerpts from "Fire in which you burn") |
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Company Flow... J-Treds |
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J-J-J-Juggaknots |
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Company Flow... J-Treds |
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J-J-J-Juggaknots |
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Company Flow... Co-Co-Company Flow |
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J-J-J-J-J-J-J-J-Treds |
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J-J-J-J-J-Treds |
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Jugga-Jugga-Juggaknots |
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Jugga-Jugga-Juggaknots |
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Com-pany-Flow |
