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See the crowd in an uproar acting unstable |
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Here comes dark gable raps remarkable |
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Mic ripper, cash flipper, cristal sipper |
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Derrie're batalliere, that's french for ass whipper |
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Long time putting work in this, to be tremendous |
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If I'm not the best then |
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I'm a damn striking resemblance |
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I roll the dice on the streets that be cold as ice |
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And cause great disturbance just like a poltergeist |
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I come attacking this enrage to disengage the missing page |
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To the newest in age that's hitting stage |
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For i be one that knows the art |
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To get you up and out your seat, if you was rosa parks |
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Tell me how much can you take from me the man to make |
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Rhymes that's so butter my breath smell like land of lakes |
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You know the lick, seen me hit 'em like a brick |
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Plus my posse run thick, not that click from |
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Mario flick |
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Beware of one of the best they be |
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You wanna test the |
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God, I hope you mean a sat |
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Because your poetasterous style it plain bore me |
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Pardon the vainglory, but here's the kane story |
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Bringing you that uncut pure |
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Knocking at your door |
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About to give you more of the raw |
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Point yo hands up to the sky |
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Fuck the chorus |
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And let the lyrics sit up in the track like rigamortis |
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I spit a few to listen to when this |
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I do it's as if as you |
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Was invisible it'll make your life miserable |
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Hip-hop icon, keep a grip like a python |
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I be that wrong one to get fly on |
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Boy you got to get that playa hatin' out you |
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That's the other side of the game and |
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I ain't Erykah |
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BaduBlack |
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Caesar, don't you even reach my way |
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You'd sooner find a vital point that's on priest pai mae |
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I heat it up to where |
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I pasteurize half the guys |
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A fast demise disaster lies as he dies |
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Confront one of the best at rhyming |
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What I write it be so rough that my ink pen need alignment |
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The untouchable, don't want to tempt me |
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I come kicking through your door, unlawful entry |
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It be me, even though none of y'all want to see me |
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For real, damn |
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I know how |
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Jehovah's witness feel |
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I remember how |
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I formed it up' |
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Cause I took what was raw and then |
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I warmed it up |
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Turned the fire down to simmer as |
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I calmed it up |
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But take a look |
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I think the |
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Kane about to overcook |
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Come and get it, but you better come with paramedics' |
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Cause you couldn't bring it to me if you worked for |
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Fed-ExI come cutting through split his gut in two |
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I touch em what em do you know the style ain't nothing new |
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Bringing you that uncut pure |
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Knocking at your door |
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About to give you more of the raw |
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Point yo' hands up to the sky, high |
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Get on down, baby we keep it live |
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Bringing you that uncut pure |
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Knocking at your door |
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About to give you more of the raw |
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Point yo' hands up to the sky, high |
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Get on down, baby we keep it live |
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A good game, it let's the plot thicken |
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But the thing that just ain't clickin' |
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Is the way y'all legalize trickin' |
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You talk about your ride and you don't even got one |
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But I can pull a hot one when inside of a datsun |
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The wicked in the bed, plus the wicked in the head |
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When I shoot the game, it's like my tongue got infra red |
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Let the messiah take you higher as |
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I supply ya' what you require |
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Desire and admire it entire |
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Sudden impact as |
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I'm guttin' 'em black |
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Closest thing to me would be nothin' in fact |
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I come with more in skill to always score and kill |
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Females adore and thrill, sweeter thang than |
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Lauryn Hill |
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As I return with a vengeance, here comes the day of independence |
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Approach them all with some bad intentions |
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In other words |
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I'm making them resign, diminish mine |
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Runnin' through them like a finish line |
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Bringing you that uncut pure |
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Knocking at your door |
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About to give you more of the raw |
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Point yo' hands up to the sky, high |
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Get on down, baby we keep it live |