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Eve of destruction rocks the nation |
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Eve of destruction rocks the nation |
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[scratches and beat comes in] |
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You niggaz capitalize on lies, surprise open your eyes |
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Baby girl from Illadel hear to enhance your lives |
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Doubted my skills, bet you mad now, shoulda snatched me up |
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I'm in L.A. now with Dre now |
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Ain't comin' back cuz I'm stuck |
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Had enough of all the bullshit and sellin' me dreams |
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Had enough of fake cats tryin' to shine off these schemes |
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But I'm laughin' last, down to get this cash with the Aftermath |
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You happy being local superstar showin' ya ass |
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I'm talkin' mo shit, but how you politickin' moves an' |
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I crept to the top, shouldn't-a let me catch you snoozin' |
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Me and my management team, laughin' at you while we cruisin' |
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Cuz we ain't got nuttin' to do none of the choices you be choosin' |
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It's the eve of destruction, tracks I be fuckin' |
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Cats be fascinated by the styles I be bustin' |
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Got you niggaz open, got you niggaz lustin' |
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Knockin' emcees on they backs causin' lyrical concussions |
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I wonder who, which one a dem a carry news |
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An' a gwan like set, they wan dis-dis ya crew |
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But the lie, other emcees dem ready die |
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When we grab the microphone and praise his like Selassie |
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Me say me walk like walk like a champion |
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Talk like a champion |
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Emcees try fi test but dem no ready fi di outcome |
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Guard your windows, close your doors |
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Fuck that, hide your pens and lock your jaws |
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Dig that? My verbal skills should be against the law |
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You wit' that? Now light a spliff for the hip-hop cause |
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Lemme hit that, smell the fear, you made me attack |
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You caused your own extermination not knowing how to act |
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I thought I warned you not to make me mad |
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You just wouldn't listen |
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Now you hidin' and duckin', prolongin' your hip-hop lenchin' |
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Talkin' shit got in too deep and huh... |
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Caught you niggaz sleepin' huh? |
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Feelin' real fucked up cuz you couldn't catch me creepin' huh? |
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You little bustas make me sick wit' the dumb shit |
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Spreadin' rumors like business |
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Can't turn my back on none a ya'll |
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Probably wind up in stitches |
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Jealous itches ya'll can't scratch, irritate your existence |
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Tryin' to teach your way in this race |
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Knowin' you can't go the distance |
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Runnin' up against the thoroughbred outlastin' you all |
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No matter how you train gon' set your self up to fall |
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Cuz I got stamina, I go as long as you need |
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Coulda seen a million bitches rhyme but you'll remember me |
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I be the...new choice of the rap generation |
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You know my name nigga, basically you my creation |
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Not greater than the average man but I'm top choice |
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Kill competition when they listen just by the sound of my voice |