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Let the bass make your spine jerk, drums make your ears hurt, |
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Hear me deliverin' this phat ass verse, been puttin' in work, |
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Eventually I'll master the craft and sit back, grab the phone and tell the boss to kiss my ass, |
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You won't see me in the mornin', 8 o'clock on the button, |
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I'll be on the lake fishin', blazin' fire with my cousin, |
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(THAT'S IT) As I become one with the fish, |
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Collect my thoughts for a bit until I'm ready to spit, |
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Pick up my celly and shit, then proceed to hit up my kids |
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and connect 'em voice dialed through sprint, I tell 'em meet me at the spot with some hot ish, |
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They say 'Jimmy you got lyrics?', SON I GOT THIS!! |
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Continuously the past two days kid I been writin', |
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Had to polish my game to make the stage show excitin', |
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It's frightenin', while y'all hang loose we keep it tightened, |
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Y'all talk like thunder, we show and prove like lightnin' , |
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Aight then, why you always hatin' on me? |
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I'm doin' my thing on stage, I make the crowds move for free, |
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I ain't getting' paid nothin', so why you frontin'? |
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With all that hard talkin' you're about to start something |
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You don't really wanna get into, |
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I'll disassemble your nose, and possibly puncture a lung too, |
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With a one then a two combination you're through, |
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Blows from my Timberland boots leave you bruised like bad fruit, |
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(SO WHAT IT LOOK LIKE) I might be white, but I still possess the skills |
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To rip mic's, when I'm sober, when I'm schwilled I keep it real, |
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With my vocabulary spills I'm ill, like L, with lyrical skill, |
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Like Hyundai cause I Accel, |
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Whack competitors get whaced if their style's an act, |
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It's been a long time but I'm back on the GCH track, |
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I speak on fact while most of y'all cat's be preachin' fiction, |
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The way you rhyme and live in life's a contradiction, |
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You need to listen closely to the words I speak, |
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Also get accustomed used to the word defeat, |
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Bless beats like a Roman priest from dusk 'til dawn, |
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My written flow be holy water, I spray shit 'til your gone... |
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Extra, Extra...Read all about it, |
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You takin' us out kid, I highly doubt it, |
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When live wires connect they cause a surge, |
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That electrocutes your ears the illest shit you ever heard. |
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Extra, Extra...Read all about it, |
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You takin' us out kid, haha I doubt it, |
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When live wires connect they cause a surge, |
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That electrocutes your ears the illest shit you ever heard. |
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Ring the alarm, cause Travie Won is shining, |
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Ring the alarm, cause I've begun refining, |
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Ring the alarm, cause GCH is coming, |
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Ring the alarm, and hear the drummer drumming, |
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Ring Ring the alarm, bring it back to react and respond, |
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I'll Pierce your teflon vest with Double O's like James Bond, |
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Me say 'Mon, it be no problem', like a Jamaican, |
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You ought never to try and compare this to you because you fakin' |
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(BUM-BA-CLAHT) You must have been so severely mistaken, |
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If Hip-Hop today's a yard full of leaves, its time for rakin', |
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Ain't no time for playin', pay attention to these words I'm sayin', |
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Cause these might be the feet which to whom you will be prayin', |
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Verbal slayin', the last be first, first shall be last, |
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In like 2 point 5 I get medieval on your ass, |
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Play on the grass, but you know you're bound to step in doo-doo, |
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Never no need to front, cause we don't be frontin' like you do, |
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On some real shit, you don't wanna do nothin' now do you? |
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So screw you, we're true warriors like Shaka Zulu, |
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With that juice, not like Tupac's Bishop but Desmond Tutu, |
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And there you have it, most of y'all be quick to speak on Travis, |
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Not even knowin' the full capabilities of his madness, |
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You thought you had this, when you can't even come near me, |
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In fact just you thinking that shit is kinda scary, |
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I'm leavin' heads Gratefully Dead like Jerry. |
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Extra, Extra...Read all about it, |
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You takin' us out kid, I highly doubt it, |
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When live wires connect they cause a surge, |
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That electrocutes your ears the illest shit you ever heard. |
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Extra, Extra...Read all about it, |
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You takin' us out kid, haha I doubt it, |
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When live wires connect they cause a surge, |
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That electrocutes your ears the illest shit you ever heard. |
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Everything's in the process, mad stress no rest, |
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You could test but you'll never ever penetrate this lyrical crest, |
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I'm armor, you'll get slapped with this fat rosey palm, |
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Ask your mama, about that last soap opera drama, |
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Son I'm wicked, do you want a first class ticket, |
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To a beatin', show your ass and I'm inclined to kick it, |
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Keep it real, that's just another bum ass deal, |
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Sometimes I feel it makes me get a little crazy like seal, |
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But I'm survivin', ain't drivin' cause I just got my license, |
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All I got to my name is lint, a Herkimer diamond, and 79 cents, |
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And a mountain bike that's just about as broke as my pockets, |
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I'm broke to the point that I'm about to pull my own eye sockets, |
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But there's more to life than just them new Jordan's, and right now |
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I'm rockin' anything my Dad's affordin', I come complete |
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Whole like Vitamin D, while cat's just Skim the surface, |
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If 2% is real the other 98 is nervous, |
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Open your eyes, take off them shades you ain't the secret service, |
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Don't be surprised, realize that 'No disguise' can hide your worthless, |
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I've tried and cried a million times to find my sole purpose, |
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I've tried and cried a million times to find my soul purpose. |
