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Slow down baby uhh |
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Slow down baby uhh |
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You can get rugged, though, hard like |
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P Trying to play my man but you couldn't touch me |
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You faggot to comp rapper on a quest |
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You get your head flown, boy you must be smokin' sens |
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So many often wonder if |
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MDs paid You're goddamn right, punk, stay outta my way ' |
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Cause I clock |
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Gs while you clock |
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Zs And I don't smoke crack, |
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I smoke M. |
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C.s So pick up a pen, cop a squat, and take notes |
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A rapper suffred from bleeding, sprains and slit throats |
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My style deadly psychopath or schizophrenic |
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Rapper choke like a curburetor, freeze up, and panic ' |
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Cause I clock pesos, don't sell ileyo |
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Another name for cocaine, mi amigo |
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That's Spanish terminology for friend |
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Now sit back and rub my bozack as |
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I send Bass funk with beats that thump |
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Kickers and amps cold lined up in my trunk |
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My system cranking, my headlights are blinkin' |
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Brother ridin' my tip, |
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L, at the same time thinkin' |
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Damn, how could a brother be so nice ' |
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Cause I'm the capital |
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E-P twice |
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M-D-E twice |
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I choose to squeeze, some choose to fight |
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I like to write but then again some bite |
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While you were bangin' on tables, |
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I was bangin' |
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Snow White |
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Yeah slow down baby |
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The ripper, the master, the overlordian |
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Playing M. |
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C.s like a old accordion |
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I get the inspiration from a necessary station |
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Them sayin' |
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I was vacationin' |
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You can't cope with your weak-ass throat |
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Tryin' 'a sneak a peak in while |
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I freak the notes |
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Major M.C.s become minor |
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B flats So retire the mike, get your chains and your bats |
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Here's your chance to advance, gettin' your stance |
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I'm 'a shoot the holster off your cowboy pants |
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Pure entertainment, tonight's your arraignment |
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You're quilty, face down on the pavement |
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No holds barred, it's time to get scarred |
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You and your squad better praise the real god |
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The undertaker droppin' thunder on fakers |
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When it comes to lyrics |
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I'm as freaky as |
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Seka So lay the mike down slow and careful ' |
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Cause mine is fully loaded and |
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I have another handful |
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A clip to slip in and start rippin' |
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Divin' and dippin' and givin' punks a whippin' |
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Just in case you wanna go a few rounds and so |
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I'm down so that you clowns will know |
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Me gettin' burnt or hurt won't be tolerated |
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I got rhymes up the (huh) forget it, |
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I'm constipated |
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Yeah slow down baby |
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When I come around homeboy, watch your nugget |
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I master on the beat down, my style's rugged |
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When I attack the microphone, close the zone |
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Rap sees danger, can't roam |
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Security is packed and wall to wall can't fall |
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A rap tank is full so |
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I can't stall |
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My microphone is filled with premium |
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Any whack |
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M.C. that flexes, |
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I'm creamin' 'em |
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Not with lotion, bust the motion, flotation |
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When I'm rockin' the mike |
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I'm like coastin' |
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Underneath fatigue at my peak |
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You still seek the style 'cause yours is extra weak |
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New method, rip the stage at my age and get loose and kick |
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Like Bruce in a rage- |
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I'm on a rampage |
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Yeah slow down baby |
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Slow down baby |
