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My compilations serve as inspirations for the weak
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When the pressure is on my perspirations never leak
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Cause I'm calm, cool, collective, and effective when I wreck it
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My style is transparent so how the fuck you gonna check it
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I'm uncheckable, impeccable, respectably respectable
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A spectacle, susceptible to flows that's perpetual
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I let ya know calculus ain't got shit on me
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Intricate patterns getting fatter adding to complexity
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I get caught up in the moment and reach for the two components
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Pen and pad, I am up on it, bustin' raps on my opponents
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Like how physicians make incisions with precision
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I cut you into parts like divisions with rough drafts and no revisions
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Remaining in balance like homeostasis in the hypothalamus
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The rowdiest, my style must never be compared to yours, there's no relation
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You better compare your wack style to defecation
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We got tha shit to make you practice
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You thought your flow was tight
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But now you see you can't get at this
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And it's a waste of my time when ya bring your best rhyme
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And that shit don't compare to my worst rhyme
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I remedy emcees but still exceed expectations
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And I'm quick to drop a flow with no trace or explanation
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Of the deed that I dealt, felt the need to take it personal
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And personally, I hate the lie you sell
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Bound by limits unconceivable, the fault of only few
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But still enough shit to make or brake your whole crew
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Still I do invoke fear in those minds that will not open
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Killing excess as I flex this repertoire that won't be broken
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Lyrically I boast, burn emcees like toast
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The competition corrodes with the shit they wrote
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Because their style is null and void, and I avoid confrontations
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With those who's paranoid of sticky situations
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Hesitation leads to downfall, and then ya stuck
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Muthafuckas better' recognize before they step up
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Who is lyrically elastic, bashing fools who make a dash at it
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Ashin' with a passion, mashin' bills so I can cash in
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My styles split like atoms causing nuclear reactions
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Only a fraction of my actions discontinue interactions
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Of the phony, they can't hold me; I'm unable to be held
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That's like containing Jordan to 12, ain't no fuckin' way in hell
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If you wanna test than test; I dig deep into the text
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A process that leaves challengers in a state of unrest
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Yes, socially I'm vocally outspoken; ahead of my time
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Spreading butta' ass beats underneath cavi rhymes
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You better catch it cause you probably will not match it
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Everyday I work at it, put in more hours than Bob Cratchett
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Listen when I elicit explicit lyrics, don't miss it
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If you dis it, you become a recipient of something like a pistol whip
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But not quite, I'm quite tight; tonight I feel like acting a fool
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Like Keith (ooh) I might loose my cool
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A verbal hitman on assignment, beat's the shit cause I designed it
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Put your soul on confinement; silence broke when my rhyme hit
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Stand by, I get technical without difficulty
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Muthafuckas get jealous cause they wish that they wrote these
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Different styles are nurtured and can't be held by containment
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Matter of fact they spread quicker than news of O.J.'s arraignment
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Lyrical Exposition
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