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[Mike Tyson: Sample] |
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I was gonnna rip his heart out, I'm the best ever |
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I'm the most brutal and most vicious and most ruthless champion there's ever been |
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My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable |
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And I'm just ferocious, I want your heart! |
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I wanna eat your children, praise be to Allah! |
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[Vinnie Paz] |
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They call me Kublai Khan, ready for war with a Ruger 9 |
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I'm ready with a machete for Rudy Giulian |
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I'm ready for anybody who want war |
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Y'all ain't nice with the hands you can't brawl |
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You can't stall, we hold the black horses |
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I'm runnin' up in ya church to smack crosses |
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You lack rawness, you lack passion |
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You couldn't make it through war without rations |
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You just a homosexual; I think the gay rights movement |
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should meet you and then invest in you |
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Rhymin' 'bout flowers 'n shit |
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And poets on the mic for twenty hours 'n shit |
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I'm housin' ya shit; Shuttin' ya fuckin' mic off |
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Snatch ya fuckin' poetry book and then kick the dyke off |
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Set the fight off, show 'em what real rap is |
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Real rhymes, real beats and real clappers |
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And we blast until cover |
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Make you see murder [C-Murder] like Master P' brother |
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(Yea, what's the deal baby, yea, free Ras Kass, feel me) |
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[Chorus: Scratched by Stoupe] (repeat 2x) |
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"C'mon, let 'em know it's us when we come on" |
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"While real MC's and DJ's are a minority" |
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"Power, down goes another rapper" |
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"Make way, 'cause here I come" |
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[Ras Kass] |
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Yea, yo, yo, yea, fuck it |
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When I spit it get shitty like the teeth of Mike Bibby |
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Live from nowhere keep the west coast with me like J-Kidd |
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Slay chicks if she pretty, only fugitive you know slay chicks to be Diddy |
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No system electricity, spine the mind with it |
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Tryna go 50/50 with my Billboard's check |
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Like 800 first week, 800,000 the next |
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They put on the cover of the Vibe I just might flex |
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Na, I'm too lazy, with hennessy and hoes |
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But I bench pressed the trigger of a four pound though |
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Hit enemies with rolls for money shows and clothes |
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Fuck bank rolls, I'm yellow gold and incredible flows |
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My homies sellin coke, 'cause love don't love nobody |
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Said he like the free spirits with slugs to plug your body |
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'Til you shrug and flop like Vlade Divac |
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Paint picture perfect, inside rockin' the b-bop |
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We not confused, raps the nigga news |
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Each rhyme a "Minority Report", fuck Tom Cruise |
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Adversity my muse, that's why I make mus-ic |
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Transmit SARS, it's 20 bars as you spit |
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[Chorus: Scratched by Stoupe] (repeat 2x) |
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"C'mon, let 'em know it's us when we come on" |
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"While real MC's and DJ's are a minority" |
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"Power, down goes another rapper" |
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"...Make way, 'cause here I come" |
