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1 2 Lady's and gentlemen |
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I would like to take the time to indroduce to you (uh uh) |
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A group of very talented young performers (canibals) |
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Bloody and violent individuals (runnin down your area) |
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People who are bound to eat your children in a fit of rage [El-P] |
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Cypher unkown phone home |
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The bone box national |
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Scratch demonstrater attatch that to dedicate |
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This involves all total all city carter |
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Caught a all city kid nurtured in the game on stage |
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In a palce we live |
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Enter a man saturated don mega radio died essential kid |
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Add a frequency to sifted intelligent +broch fed lid+ |
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To the (?) |
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I sent them [Vast Aire] |
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You wanna pop shit and get popped in the top lip? |
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I shoot the five and on a good day |
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I bite bullets |
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We use Aire traps to catch weasels |
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Metal mouth's diesel and the bite's lethal |
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We in the catacomb nappy headed never used a comb |
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And built with the forces that blew away darkie's home |
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I grab the mic like, "Are you experienced?" |
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But I don't play the guitar, |
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I play my cadence |
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And If I exhaled arguments only to hold my breath |
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I would die and |
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I ain't talking hair color |
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I'm talkin about the reality with my mother's eye water |
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The author with a papermate |
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Spittin paperweights [El-P] |
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From the tract in a government funded botch freerange |
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A 22 nicotine patch automatics +to date+ |
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When it comes to +cross suck of the day+ |
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Chantella residence |
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Residence, |
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I be, NYC [Vast Aire] |
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Now this environment's a product of me |
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Function sloppy identity copied |
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With a rhymescheme so ill we change rap to con artist |
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I'm honest to a fault but it's my fault |
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I'm that honest |
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I guess it's the dimension |
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I climb up |
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I flow like arachnids on water spouts |
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The circle is never seen and seldomly heard about |
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They put me in a cage and |
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Mega break me out [Vordul Megala] |
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Broke out the cage and blazed an ice cold bowel of sage |
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Controllin the maze with four hos and blades |
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Spit flows straight off corn rows and braides |
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Light bones and strike those with |
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Words I spray automatic vinyl accapell separate the soul from the shell |
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Trapped in the belly |
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Find me spittin these raps on the celly |
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That's Mega poppin off some long lecture |
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Send a message for those starvin the the |
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Mega Cookin up measures stressin the po' |
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Mixed in the vein cold trying to escape |
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As the pain grows with the same flows |
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Leave you leakin on a stretcher |
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Puffin on the o pop you with a biscuit fuckin with the o plus the x |
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Bust with effects head blown |
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Shine these cats divine spit with lines |
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That go straight through spines |
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Witness animals robbin armored trucks |
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And escape with nines |
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Cause tragedies, crack clavicals, rap classical |
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We're at 7th |
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Ave. New York the city of crime |
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And the city sublime |
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Rap this subliminal thoughts of criminal ways |
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While critical times got my mind locked in a physical maze |
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Trapped in another noose guzzlin two |
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Kahluas Pop through your bubble goose with raps takes time |
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Pissy still this all day flow mic jiggy |
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Rep that N |
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Y City, trapped in the shitty, we gets busy |
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On Mike Nitty, stay trizzy, rap phillies |
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And crack dutchess live in the rap function |
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Flows often bananas off the nut crunches |
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Salute profanity with middle finger fuckers |
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Live for you duckers, suckers... hahahha |
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I don't have an ear piece |
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That's hot |
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Yeahh |
