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Ladies and gentlemen |
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Thank you for coming out to Basement Beats tonight |
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I'd like to introduce to you the #1 jewel dropper |
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..Big Lee [applause] |
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[Ali] |
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Yo I'ma bring it straight to niggaz this time |
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Derty, fo'sho (uh-huh) |
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How we was doing it (uh-huh) |
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Now they doing it (uh-huh) |
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Like a wise man once said (wise man) |
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Like the Jackson 5 (St. Lunatics though) |
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But rap-wise (rap-wise) |
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Check |
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[Verse] |
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I'm out herre on these streets |
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Trying to survive through the cocked heat |
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The block deep, pop you once watch the spot leak |
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But right now, I'm trying to restrain from that |
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But if you trip, I'll grab that thang and let him spray from that |
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I'm just a God of the universe, nothing more, nothing less |
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Don't believe in spooks, I missed three places after death |
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My mind is clear, while yours is full of distortions |
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From all that flesh you eat, and scrambled abortion |
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My portion is one, yours is three |
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3D, you claim to God Lee, not hardly |
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You looking for Leezuz partner? Well her I am |
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Walking on water with 3 dumples in 2 hands |
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Whoa damn! Let me slow it down one time |
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Resurrect the mind and give sight to the blind |
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How many eyes you got? You say 2, I say 3 |
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You see what I'm saying, and you still seeing me? |
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You add it up |
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[Hook - x2] |
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[Verse] |
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Check, check |
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Just do what's right y'all (tell 'em) and that's the bomb |
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You know I where we from, read the Bible and Quaron |
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We roll real drinks, shots of City in the clinc |
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I said shrink, last night hurling in the sink |
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Boy think, know your type, don't gun snipe or gripe |
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But couldn't get doper than this unless it came through a pipe |
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I'm trying to tell y'all, 'Tics drop shit, we here to sell y'all |
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The truth, real always, tight like hallways |
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Brawl like ball face, squint the God pay |
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Hit, bumping and flick, collecting green print then |
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Heavy cent, we roll the third behind the tent |
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Tires spent, and then we float like lint |
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Me and the man child, since a youth we ran wild |
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Gats busting at everybody, "Hands down!" |
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Big house, mouse zip blouse for the spouse |
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Crazy bucks, tv's and rims on crazy trucks |
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It's the Ghostrider, a new science to God a- |
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Blunt provider, the kit made the 6 wider |
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I serve, touch nerves that swerve in a Suburb' |
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Out of life I deserve, define wisdom define herb |
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It's the verbal abuse, what's the use of calling truce? |
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Let's ooze loose out tools, Lee without the Bruce |
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And while you cats go popping bop, me I'm out tops |
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break it down like shop chops and come off like flip flops |
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That's hip hop |
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[Hook - x2] |
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[Ali] |
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Feeling good right now derty, feeling good about our self [echos] |
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Pass that sub-conscience, pass that conscience |
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Pass that super conscience, I'm into that magnetic |
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I'm towards infinite [echos] |