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Check it out now
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Hey hey troop style's hard to find
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I sit where we sit it's time to go for mine
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See I remain in place wit shit so funky
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You could bite for days my shit remains crunchy
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Good wit my own style droppin that
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Looky Lou's all hokin but I stompin that
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You's a c copycat now watch me take you thru to hell
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Must be out lookin for biters in the big bad world
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I am the one to take you higher
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to liquidisation, heart and desire
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Go 'head, light the fire, as I get smoke
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There ain't a way to stop the madness when I go for broke
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Chorus:
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Aiyo kid, you must be kidding me
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You're the epitome, of no identity
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It's about what you say and how you say it
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Now that's hardcore, time to settle the score
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I'm fed up with the old shit, gimme some new shit
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I won't sit, get off my grip
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See I'm tired of these imitating gangsta clones
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For them I got a slingshot, rotty's and stones
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I come steppin on the scene, my Delinquent team, be here to elevate
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Even the fakes should get their soul get
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Rippin up your frame, it's the critical acclaim
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Breakin you up, like the Buddha crank shrinks my brain
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Cos there can be only one ?????, only one to rule
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Bet the coon new G, witta steel that's new
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Yet some won't like the way I strangle the mic, though
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I won't funk the kids, can't fake the Gambino
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Kid, you must be kidding me
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It's a joke, why ya gotta be kidding me?
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We're goin nowhere fast in this flavorless mess hall
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Why can't you stand tall? Cos I heard a distress call
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Chorus (x2)
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Once again, I go fly thru the speaker
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Your style suck, fuckin like a tweaker
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One grain falls, the rest soon follow
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Cos everybody knows (your wacked style's borrowed)
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It seems everybody write they're OG killers
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Everybody's flippin big-time dope dealers
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(Versace) and Gucci, rollin big time lucci
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Big ......, steady sellin out the real
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Now oh damn, now look what I've done
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wit the little bit of help from the rhymes I brung
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You know who you are, don't front, just shoot hits
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Delinquent it's in the house, to rock this shit
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Chorus (x2)
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No Identity
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