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(Verse: Mr Lawnge) |
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It's ridiculous the *******t I be sayn |
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Call me the Legion, *******s ain't playn |
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Beatin' on my chest, but I keep calm |
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Word is bomb, pokes that make the ding dong |
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Medicine in the music, the menace of a monster |
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Once a couple stomp a gangsta from the Bronx |
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I feel no pain, I ruff rugged insane |
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I run the train express down the lane |
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Get out my way, punk, *******s start the jet |
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Bowl from the porch, four fingers of death |
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No one can do me, pictures crazy, chew me |
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You have my card(?) but you just can't clue me |
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I chomp tracks like Scooby snacks |
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Pull my jinx out the hat, like Minnesota facts |
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Eight ballin' the side, park it up the ? next to ? dice |
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Man, ready to thumper |
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(Verse: Molecules) |
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Vicious, victorious, verbs are hard on my venom |
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Heavenly valid as I'm rocking in my ******* dentals |
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Hawged connection, too ill creation |
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The mind - Jason, that's deadly like Vacation |
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I ain't the one to pop the clock ova a son of a gun |
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Corpe inside yo ass like a dum-dum |
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Son, I hew with the verbal aggression |
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Black is brown, with the king, like it's ? in ? |
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A lunatic out being psychopath |
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Victors get it on, cause that ass is gettin' kicked |
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Gray cells pop while I shot and I take a puff |
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The *******s doubt us, say damn, they can't ? |
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So himble himble, have you heard? |
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Chucky smashes up next to Fleck (that's me!) |
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(Verse: Cee-Low) |
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(Word) Double faced MC's tryna step on me |
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They must be crazy, B |
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Get a token poll, I suggest they start talkin' |
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When I get open, somebody's *******t gettin' open |
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Don't play me, play hop-scotch |
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*******, I'm top notch, holdin' the mike in my crotch |
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I got convertible rhymes comin' down |
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Smother the ground, all around you they surround |
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Forming that ? with pots and pans |
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Me and my man, sayn things real *******s understand |
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With no vessel, win, velitious get sent to a session |
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Any pro'lems, surely I will let someone swing it |
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Getting to a-flingin' it |
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Whack MCs could get the ******* thing a little close to nose |
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I ain't *******' with no hoes |
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Or should I say sluts? Even the ones with big butts |
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So nasty, naughty, never playn shawty |
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Don't make me mad, I might get sortie |
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Upset cause punk *******s act rude |
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I got a big attitude, dropping joint(?) eva |
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Look for a terror |
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I'm calling it stereo on the cross-america |
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The many I rock the East Coast |
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Before I boast, I make sure I pack a toast |
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(Outro: Dres) |
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Aw, hahahaha, yeah |
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That's the *******s |
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Y'all 'em *******s |