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Intro:
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(I have a request tonite...when you here this..that is the introduction)
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scratching....(do you love pianos?)
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Tekniq?:
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This is how I represent I rock the mic 110 percent
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It's intimate, I keeps the party moving like a imigrant
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Binary Star, superstar its no coincidence
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Every verse is intricate, this ain't a circus in a tent
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We don't get down like them clowns and the kids
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I'm use to being indegent, who said its all about the Benjamin's?
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I wanna fortune, I wanna make music and hit the lottery
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Fortunately my music is never watery
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That's how its gotta be, as far as I can see
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Maybe you should grab a telescope to see my veiw its like astronomy
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It aint all about economy
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so the fact that these wack emcees is making G's don't bother me
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Honestly, my number one policy is quality
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never sell my soul is my philosophy
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High velocity, lyrics like Nastradamus make a prophecy
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I told you cats a long time a go it ain't no stoppin' me
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I bomb your set that's not a threat its a promise
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Got everybody ridin' on my wagon like the Amish
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But still I never claim to be a big rap star
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So no matter who you are its still Allah who act God
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Better believe this, most rappers can't achieve this
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I'm bad to the bone but x-rays can't even see this
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See I'm strategic I letcha money talk bullshit walk,
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While I keep it rollin' like parapalegics
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Whoevers on the microphone let it be known
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You in danger, I got next(necks) like the Boston Strangler
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You aint never heard an emcee speak like this
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And Rodney King ain't never felt a beat like this
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Voice: (That is the Main theme)... scratching.. ( I wanna know something else)
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Senim Silla:
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Get a grip on yourself cuz you aint grippin mines
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Life and times, outta lies rap guys outta line careers I finalize
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collide with this seranade cyanide you apply for Silla's high
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The thing that makes killa's high, hang'em high by the gold link neck tie
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And drain'em dry into tempest eye now you ain't God
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so you ain't that high wanna be aeronautic
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then get slaughtered for actin' fly
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masterminds grab the rhymes ill rip from draftin' lines
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kill spines like the alpines, runnin' up on the vines
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A close encounter of the worst kind
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go ask the cats that heard I'm lyrical turpintine
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who wanna taste mine I gotta carry hill on the wasteline
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God give the bassline so let the phlegm fly
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I survive seven times thru the mine, when I forcefully Jedi
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On the world I red-eye, heads fly bet I, sharpshoot dead-eye
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Snooze crews bed bye, Mary lou flippin' I pistol pump grippin I
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stompin, semper fi represent I temper high,
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don't defy walkin' round doing nothin' similar
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like a Gemini, in this perimiter simi-lie
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Cats be cut dry more why I wet guys
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I be rainin' percipitation till its more than your neck high
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less fly kids, test I without an alibi
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Who said you rap tite? You come unraveled by
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Slice of this rap scalpel, guys quick as apple pie
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I'm learned in old skools of though and shit you never tried
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conceptual intelectual oxide, ryhmes be flowin' like a rock slide
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you musta forgot I, have your ass knockneed and cockeyed
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Bruised, battered, broken up walkin' fucked, dipped in peroxide
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Death to the Pop Fly
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( I usualy don't do request numbers)... scratching..
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( unless of course I have been asked to do so)...
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Reality Check
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| Binary Star |
