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[Intro]: |
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How many songs son, how many songs? |
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Yo son, it's like...15. Hehehe. |
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"I dare a little punk to try to diss me |
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You wanna know why? Because..." - Lord Digga on Masta Ace Inc's "Saturday Nite Live" |
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[Scratch Chorus of Lord Digga on Masta Ace Inc's song 'Saturday Nite Live']: |
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"The microphone mutilater with the hardcore data" |
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"Because I spit on spectators" |
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"The microphone mutilater with the hardcore data" |
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"To smash motherfuckers to potatoes" |
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[Verse One]: |
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The microphone mutilater, I bruise your crew and neighbors |
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Do you dudes a favor, show you how to use a razor |
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(Are you a buddah blazer?) |
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Yes I get zooted major |
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And all you stupid haters, hit you with computer lasers |
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I got the smoothest flavor |
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Makin' moves, movin' makers |
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Off the roof, who's to save ya? (who's ya savior?) |
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Celph Titled the Rubix Ranger (player) |
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Stupid paper when I'm doin' capers |
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And what's inside this bazooka case will shoot a crater (ahhh) |
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In your screwface and doofus gaffers |
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My ruthless anger got animal-in-the-zoo behavior |
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Now who's the spayer? (hey) |
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Lose your body in a lake or tombs or chambers |
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Where you'll consume fumes and vapors (haha) |
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We mash fucks like Super Potatoes |
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It's true we'll do fools in, bury them with the rutabagas |
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Sooner or later |
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Fine tuned parachuting invaders will tear through your Winnebago |
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Wearin' suits and aimin' aero fusion phasers (blam) |
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They talkin' mules and acres |
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I'm filmin' movies in Bermuda on a cruise to Jamaica (man) |
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I'm a front tooth eraser |
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You'se a booty shaker (uh huh) |
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And you'll be found in a pool with barracudas and gators |
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[Scratch Chorus]: |
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"The microphone mutilater with the hardcore data" |
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"Because I spit on spectators" |
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"The microphone mutilater with the hardcore data" |
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"To smash motherfuckers to potatoes" |
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[Verse Two]: |
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I'm too real ill still will kill |
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No frills no gold grills hold still hooker/hoe "chill" |
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I know you smoke krills |
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You shouldn't till I throw you out mobile |
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(In Mobile Alabama) |
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In a pile of ants and pajamas |
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Surrounded by a thousand salamanders (what?) |
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I'ma bust a round of cannons off camouflaged as a satanic Santa Claus |
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Ain't another man that's raw, you should turn your cameras on |
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Cause I'm bringin' the blama sauce |
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The blicker oil |
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The trigger boilin' hot from firing shots, I'll spit it for you |
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I'll promise you that, ask mama who's back |
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The motherfuckin' Montezuma of rap, hollerin' "Blaaaamp!" |
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And that's the way it goes down you fraudulent foe clown |
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I'ma put your skull in the dryer and watch it go round |
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"Oh my God!" |
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I'm salutin' one for y'all, no more shootin' guns at all |
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I'm boostin' the sun from God |
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[Scratch Chorus]: |
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"The microphone mutilater with the hardcore data" |
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"Because I spit on spectators" |
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"The microphone mutilater with the hardcore data" |
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"To smash motherfuckers to potatoes" |
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[Verse Three]: |
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So, so, so when I walk in a club with black jeans and a white tee |
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You're on a walkie talkie callin' security |
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"Hurry please...it's Celph and he came strapped" |
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Bringin' so much pain that, you can't get enough Novocaine packs |
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So insane in fact I was held captive |
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By unattractive cave women overdosed on Pro-Active |
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(Yo This That Shit!) |
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From the dynamite stick expert |
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With bottle rockets I flip with hotter objects of sex |
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And they flex in my bedroom |
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Legs spread, thick red head bitch, boom |
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With no freckles, she was actually |
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Have black/Icelandic |
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I might land this Spanish/Italian/French |
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Or whatever the fuck airport they got (fuck it) |
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At my mansion the size of a Marriott |
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Yes my rhymes are very hot |
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So where a vest cause when my CDs are pressed |
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They fly like Japanese ninja stars and they'll injure y'all |
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[Scratch Chorus]: |
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"The microphone mutilater with the hardcore data" |
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"Because I spit on spectators" |
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"The microphone mutilater with the hardcore data" |
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"To smash motherfuckers to potatoes" |
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[Scratches]: |
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"I dare a little punk to try to diss me" |
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[Outro] [Celph Titled talking]: |
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I told y'all motherfuckers. That's hardcore bitch niggas. |
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You're not hardcore motherfuckers. We buckwildin'. Yo Buck. |
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You know you hardcore on this one. Hardcore tracks. |
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Bring the shit back, fuck that, yo. |
