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Verse 1
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Now for next to little or nothin' I be rippin' up every function
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with scientifical mad man consumptions
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with mass productions of mass conjunctions
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I display new ways of mc destruction
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'cause ain't nothin' better than the shit I got
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makin' niggas jump off the roof and roof tops
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I put the hip in hop and the don't in stop and the clips in glocks
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when I rock box your block
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my hypothesis on this is you niggas better come in terms of my vocabulary quick
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or get dissed
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my brain bleeds mental complex feeds
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bring it on kid I got exactly what you need
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twisted metaphors to get your shit in star wars
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live forever like Bob Marley just because
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the mad matador metaphor rips the hard core
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for him and his them and theirs you and yours
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chorus:
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And it beez like that sometimes
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cause I can't control the rhyme
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I said it beez like that sometimes
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cause I can't control the rhyme
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I keep it jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy
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we keep it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy
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cause it be jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy
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and it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy
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Verse 2:
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the most beautifullest vocabulist
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punches phony mc's dead in their esophogaus
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my analysis is roughly calloused
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you better practice if you want to challenge this
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I'm symbolic to the sun moon and stars
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you gettin' knocked out the box no matter who you are
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the funk phat tracks lures you to listen
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as my vocals send your brain up in the fetal position
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learn a quick lesson of mic aggression
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so when I walk down the street there'll be no second guessing
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now you can walk the walk talk the talk
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back burnin' all day but your still fireproof like an ashtray
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I'm a scientist in the mix like Plyx
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turnin' all you fly emcees back into maggots
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non prop soil watch me bubble and spoil
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punch you Grand Royal as you foam like boil
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Chorus
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verse 3:
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I played the many thousand roles of street life
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showed Whodini that the freaks come out in broad daylight
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me and my crew be tight like Lavren and Shirley
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rollin' through all ya'lls hoods pullin all ya'lls fly girlies
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emcee's always bitch, that makes my style all hard
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I role with nobody but God and the Squad
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me and my troops we knock the shit out the sides of dudes
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lettin the OJ juice loose on phat tracks E-d produced
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Chorus
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The Rhyme
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| Keith Murray |
