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I kick the music so hard, people get injuries |
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Step to me, be a big stitch mc |
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Lyrics I chop, kick skills like Jacky Chan |
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Many props, loot, gladly pay the tax man |
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Flex plans, leave body bags full o' men |
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Kick a tune like a can |
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Scratch heads with stray cat |
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I'm steady shapin' on these apes |
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Plus the squad took some time off |
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With the wild funk, so what ? |
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You figure, you bigger when you fill the void |
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I got the stacks to check yo head |
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Like the Beastie boys |
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I heard your airplay 'n tracks |
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Bullshit 'n flack, men on stage |
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Pamper trainers lacked |
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Droppin' voodoo on doo doo |
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I'm mad defiant cuttin' armchairs with knives |
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Airplay keep tryin', foolin' the flock |
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What up? I'm straight up sleepin' skeletons |
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With microphones, who's grimreapin'? |
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It's the demagogue, it's the demagogue |
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Hear the demagogue, funky demagogue |
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Look and learn with the demagogue |
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Six, six, six clone take a pick |
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Snail bits, fail as dish |
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I eat galactic, poltergeist plus heist |
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Plus I rip shit |
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Weak minds say rhymes combined with crucifix |
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Chairs go up, hair go up, fleas fall over |
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Ego puffed [unverified], watch me go off |
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Doper with flair, deliver trauma 'n nightmare |
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You duck with hunchback as I punch back |
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With rap bat dust 'n bust off antique metaphor |
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Jurassic park raw, I'm carnivore |
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You omnivore, I flow fat on tracks |
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Like kids called Fat Joe |
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Lyrics on diet, when you tried on wax so bogus |
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I focus, play hocus pocus |
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Yo homes, I plague domes like locust |
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Mc's cup ear, better hear some authority |
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Lyrical gestapo, introducin' tha majority |
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Wanna see a joke? Check a look a like |
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Wanna see a joke? Check a look a like |
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Wanna see a joke? Check a look a like |
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Lyrical mass, I bash 'n flex it, perfect bionic, atomic |
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When germs hit, styles not really matched up |
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In atmosphere, rags pushed 'n dressed up |
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Shoot missiles that sizzle, carve scars on yo |
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Rhymes take off like planes from La Guardia |
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I stand solid on bedrock called New York |
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You gots beef? I eat it with knife 'n fork |
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Foul like a pig on a bum |
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Beggin' for some knight stick to lyric |
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Billy clubbin' 'em, now oh, what look up |
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See what yo took up |
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Weak raps make no bail, you keep booked up |
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Mc's learn quick, the kid wears no badge |
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Stupid brain, restrain, with plasters 'n padge |
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Now give me room, watch me bloom like Kurt Cobain |
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Attract a million ears, make 'em all insane |
