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When it's time for me to recline
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I listen to rhymes and beats in the waves of the spine
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to the brain
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relievin' pain & anguish
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the stangest arrays make me sway and make my day brighta
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the hip hop envia.
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write arrive a little soona
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check the soles on my Pumas
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my attitude is miserable
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cause in my mind I'm sayin' here's a fool I don't like
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I won't strike his ass in the face
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I'm blastin' the bass in my headphones
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a fool don't have to get his head flown
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why waste time with rhymes?
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I get straight to the point
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like I HATE when funk's in the joint
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the hip hop is playin'
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sprintin' in to spray men
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don't threaten me
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or you won't be able to see
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when I gouge ya eyes out
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I despise doubt
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on your part
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like I won't stab you in your heart
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my flow is drastic
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serious, sarcastic
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my motto is,
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"Phuck with me & get your ass kicked."
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And that's the key to understandin' me
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and if they cool then the foot is what you'll be brandin', B
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yeah...
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[BRIDGE:]
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"Check It ooooout!" (Repeat)
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I love to peep a rhyme
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first of all I'm seein' if my man can keep the time
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if he go off beat, and it's on purpose
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he gotta come back on the beat
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or the effort is worthless
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I like ot hear a cool flow
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but if it's identical to another, he a fool for it
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ya gotta build,
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upon skills
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and all that copy that most popular rapper shit can get killed
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I like a nigga who is quick witted
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cause it make me feel like I do, when I come from where my dick
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splitted
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and I admit it, it's a joy
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when I hear a nigga avoid the wack and make 'em paranoid
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I loves niggas who talk shit
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cause that's my department
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I got somethin' for anyone who starts shit
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cause I'm relentless
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with a sentence
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a jail sentence, after I beat you senseless
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I like niggas when they add rhymes, mad rhymes
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then I laugh at niggas who fell off and had rhymes
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just some descriptions of what I like to listen to
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with my Bruce Banner scanner point of view... ('Pe-urnnnn')
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[BRIDGE]
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Now I'm bout to clown a bitch
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she made my eyebrows twitch
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cause she's rich
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yeah, real funny
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she makes some money
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for puttin' other niggas down
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you nuthin' but a clown
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you can't write
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and you're not bright
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you fail to notice the dopeness
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cause you have no insight
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you need to quit
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you ain't shit
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you need to get a lesson, in hip hop detection
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and you're next in my list to jack
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it's a fact not fiction
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bitch, stop ya bitchin'
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you write articles
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I'ma rip apart ya skull
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cause ya dull
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not entertainin'
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I'ma put ya brain in orbit
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cause I'm morbid
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thinkin' a new ways to kill ya
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and yo,
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I feel ya
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ya too critical
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and ain't got a bit a pull
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just admit it fool
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before we get rid of you
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a rolling stone gathers no moss
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and now who will pay the cost
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and afterwards get lost
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hit the dirt, before you get hurt
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I eat stupid bitches like you and a rhyme for dessert
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I bet you never get no dick
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you make me so sick
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so my pistol is loaded...
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[BRIDGE]
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Check It Ooout
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| Del The Funky Homosapien |
