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[Featuring Canibus Deja Vu]
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"Yo this shit right here is some shit some serious shit"
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[Canibus]
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Yo the fact that I'm down wit Def Squad's hard to determine
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Till you see me hoppin out the Coupe wit E Sermon
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Or hoppin out the Keith Murray Suburban
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Or hoppin out the Lex Land wit Redman wildin and cursin
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My thought process is mysterious like the Lochness
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My furious mindset is complex
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Killin shit like a carniverous millitant prehistoric monster
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Comin to stomp all over you hip-hop conference
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Landed in an Unidentified Flying Object
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Turn you into an unidentified frying carcus
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The smell of raw flesh make you nauseous
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Acidest arsonist, burnin your bones to carbon and phosphorus
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My metaphors sting like after haircuts when
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The alcohol is applied to the raw skin
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So whoever wanna battle get blasted
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Get your teeth enamel shattered, shitted on like Pampers
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You had a bad bitch, I left the back twist
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I stuck my dick in everything from asshole to the nasal passage
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Dug her out all day, then changed my sperm DNA
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Now she got nobody to blame
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I been spittin raw, what the fuck you think I'm livin for
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Throw me in jail, I'll do a prison tour
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For wannabe hard niggaz, insecure niggaz
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Wit they heads to big for they neck to support niggaz
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Three in the Squad plus me equal four members
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An extra addition for any special force mission
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Man listen
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[Erick Sermon]
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Ain't these niggaz on some shit
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Keith Murray, Canibus ain't no stoppin it uhh
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[Keith Murray]
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Let me draw a brief description of what happened
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I was rappin, niggaz got the scrappin, guns got the clappin
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Three-fifty-seven degrees I was separated
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Have bullets deflected metal, bodies decapitated
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GUSH!! a nigga got struck as I look
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I caught the next guy runnin by wit the metal hook (BOO-AHH!!)
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Blew his back open, blood gushed on my face
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A bitch fainted cuz she seen I enjoyed the taste
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The case is that I split your melon
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And feed it to the jigga-boos wit fried chicken wings
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I'm wildin for Long Island, I turned and took Charles Ferguson
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And open fire on any trains now
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You may never know who's in your shadow
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You punk ass niggaz just best stay shallow
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And hollow, if you wanna live to see tomorrow
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Cuz ain't no sun comin out tomorrow
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Yo, I might do something y'all niggaz might regret like
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Blast you in your face and disregard your vest
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I'm pissin and dissin off of recognition and niggaz to listen
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Just to let you pussies know how I'm livin
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Cuz I Return like the Jedi, wit my dead eye
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Leave niggaz to die, peace to niggaz up in Bed-Stuy
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Oh-ah, this that type of shit that make them niggaz wanna wet it
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Word up, got me ready to set it
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[Deja Vu]
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Seems I steps wit aggression
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To any bitch who think they nice in this profession
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What? what you think your wrecking?
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I break your stlye down to little fragments
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The pain is permanent, so spare yourself the embarassment
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Buck-fifty 'cross the face
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Followed by knife wounds to the chest for you attempt to retaliate
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I noticed all you bitches flows is based around clothes
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But Deja Vu got something for you stankin hoes
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Studio gangsta bitches I diminish ideas of bringin beef
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Before the thought even finishes
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I wanna see red, blood from a chicken head
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'For I wild the FUCK OUT like the Grateful Dead HA
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This wild style must run in my genes
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Because my sister's in the county
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And my brother just came home from Green
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I strike like the black widow, through the underground radio
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?Kitto? and still stack dirty ditto
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Some Shit
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| Keith Murray |
