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Rejected by death, my def style causes paradox I leave you
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emboxed, tum in notes to hip-hop straight through your heart
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You've been de-ranked, straight juiced because you refuse to
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get loose You thrusted but when I'm untrusted, you gets dusted,
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Even a brother I tap that ass like oops I have no pity for the
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no-soul-havin' commitee I'm like Enddy Ran through pyramids with
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your city Ball wippin', ball-shittin' niggas That style been bitten
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while minds been hidden under deep walls layers of reason I leave
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it smilin' and you can get high from the contact Lyrical fomats
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Blow your wig back I get ya open like a ass-wippin' MCs are
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flippin' so I'd advise that they start dippin' I caught ya slippin'
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like petroleum jelly Your girlie hit me on my paper, so I called
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her on my celli Tell me who don't want to get up on the mic, a
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pretender Send'em to the principal's office and I'll suspand'em
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like just like that My rap'll handicap individuals with every syllable
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The caravan becomes more minimal the minerals attack ya mind
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just like umbilical chords of MCs Diseased can only get D's All of
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them had rapped, they stopped that after they met me. But all
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the while I free-style pullin' the file of MC's labels My lyrics
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travel as I un-raval the cable of the microphone Suckers pass
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the mic when my rhymes take(s) flight. I get that type o'flow So
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act like you know I slay wack MC's at the disco Tipsy off the
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Cisco my brain is frying like crisco while I'm eatin' sucker's
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styles up like nabisco cookies Steppin' to me you just can't do
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me rookies Compared to my rhyme techs you just can't flex I
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don't know what next about ya. Talk about ya girl how I' ooched
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& 'ooched ya bounsta' pounsta' Just like groceries in a basket.
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And now it's time for me to put you in your casket. Fast kid
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but filst you might get your ass kick(ed) Maybe blasted like a
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bastard when I told you not to chance it Yourstyle's ancient
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and jurassic
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HA HA HA
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| Drunken Tiger |
