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Yo, I'm straight rockin' it |
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Hit the block with it, chessboxing it |
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If I can't shoot it, I ox it |
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And I'm reppin' for Brooklyn, tools in my rocket |
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Broke right outta my cage, I'm gonna rock it |
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Ooh, that's how I spit, chill, yo I got this |
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I bust a move, one-two, shell shocking it |
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Put words together, make you stacking it, tackle it |
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I'm well endowed, and my flows quite accurate |
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I pull rabbits out my hat on some magic ish |
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Presto change-o, I do my thing, yo |
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Three sixty spin into Dr. Strange, yo |
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Wa-da-da-deng, wa-da-da-da-da-deng yo |
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Fuck gaming, and the gamer who spittin flames yo |
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I do this for my people whose minds in them chains yo |
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So everybody that's really to roll, get ready to eat |
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Because I'm cooking on this track yo |
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I said hey hey hey hey" |
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You know I be the god of the rap, the couldn't hold me back" |
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"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yea" |
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I'm burning that purple, dog, you want some of that? |
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"I said hey hey hey hey" |
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Wanna murder these tracks, the god, know how to act |
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"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yea" |
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I gotta be, all I can be |
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No matter what nobody wants from me |
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I gotta be, all I can |
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No matter what nobody wants from me |
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I had a revelation |
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To speak my mind with a good vibration |
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Aiy, don't matter what you saying |
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I'm hardcore with my rap and I ain't playing |
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I get around, get around, get around |
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Uh-huh, a force untold with so much soul |
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A twenty four karat heart of gold |
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I get around, get around, I get around |
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Uh-huh, a stop drop and rock, and shock yo town |
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Listen to the way that I scream it now |
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Wanna run up? Put the smackdown, crack down |
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On the track now, matter fact, it's a fact now |
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Million stops, earthquakes from the beats, move the streets |
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I got the treats and it's a rap now |
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My sex is engulfed in a small pack of pow wow |
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I weigh the crowd for having a sound |
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That astounds the pounds, of leading to the track to the ground |
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And surround clowns with more color in they faces |
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In any circus in any town, uptown, downtown |
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Straight up and down, holler at the moon, now |
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Straight bring it to your face, kid |
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Blind ya like the police, sprayin' that mace, kid |
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I get around, get around, get around |
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Uh-huh, a stop drop and rock, and shock ya town |
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Listen to the way that I scream it now |