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phone ringing....
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little girl:Monkey, where you at monkey??
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And what, rappers wanna bring it to me
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Oh, you the nicest M.C. (so so so so so)
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And what, yeah we known to blow up the spot
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Pyromaniax burning, blazing hot
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Why would you wanna challenge a guy like me, if you not clever (come on)
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Dirtier than prostitutes sweating in hot weather
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Load the spot better, than you ever will in your life
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Wanna kill and get trife, go ahead i'm just gone chill with your wife
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The only one that'll get you in a cyph and flex style
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So the next child that try to front then, I'ma pull your x-files
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That been, hidden for years, and released when i came
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Mics burn when i flame, forever remain with my name
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Deliver high pain like migraine headaches and all
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You got the nerve to stand before me, pretend you were bald
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Must be pathetic to brawl, with a M.C. lord, holding a sword
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I'ma a human microphone and my lyrics the vocal cord
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You's a fisher price king only eligible to battle
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Saddle ????
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Who are you to hassle, the epidemy of master tackle
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Buck forty nine plus tax to the max, corrision shample
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Atista Gamble, don't tangle with hard to handle
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Beats lyrical warfare up the river paddle your tackle
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Gotta a neon shadow, but still confusing like a pharoah
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????split through travels i unravel
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Now has led you would have it, my microphone grab habit
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Excels over the plab attics, have 'em like (dag nam it)
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They pissed off, like missing the toilet
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They plans are foiled, like there wrapped in tin paper
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Burned like skin scrapper, the top kid i'll take ya
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I'm type nice, so think twice, before you hold the device
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Lyrics shot are precise, had you blind like three mice
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Me shise, must of had me mistaken for the wrong stick
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That kids cut short, I'm the one with the long cord and the track one
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i smack one rhyme at a time like kids acting up
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Wild like the fight in a club, heads is backing up
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In the meantime, disinfect your filth club, filled with clean rhyme
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Gleam like sheam shine, take you ass home to better dream mine
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Be out of town from sundown, this block ain't big enough for the both of us
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No chance of redemption like broken trust
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Who tops the bottle cap and seal the whole three liter bottle
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Rap and let it go flat
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Off duty officers in brooklyn better go strap...
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Don't knock me cuz you can't rock me
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Lyrically i'm cocky, you sloppy, refer to me as copy
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Malaki, of your style, i make a mockery of, cuz you choppy
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You should specialize in copies like kinkos
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Don't ass think yo, you beat me (hahahahaha) i don't think so
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Not even mulitiplied by cinco, you blink bro
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Now catch your career going down the sink yo
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My hits rock you dicks nots so run and get cops
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I rip shops and flip hot fat like hitchcock
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Outta space i roll with spock, lyrically kill herbs,
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When i spill verbs, direct actors like speilberg,
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Run with ill hearse (son whose the arsonists) hit me off yo
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I slice nerds and melt icebergs in the north pole
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You soft so, really awful, i rock the grand flow
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You need magic like Orlando, or must be rambo, multiplied by commando
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Tell your whole crew, i told you i wreck those too
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Make you vocal, i'm express you local, call and sick, you saw my click
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Your chances are steal it and straws and sticks
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Pyromaniax
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| The Arsonists |
