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Bass thick as the chunky milk your moms drinks
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Toss a lyric at my boys to see what they think
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Gots to keep on rolling with a stream of consciousness because
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Consistent flows of thought are what I taught for efficientness
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And though opinions are important and I take my criticism
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If it's unsubstantiated the middle finger's what i give 'em
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Taste a sliver of the lyrics I developed in my womb
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A lyrical fetus to be delivered to the public soon
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Dub it fool, dub it fool, get my shit known
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'Cause I'm livin' in a glass house and I want to cast a stone
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Maybe Sharon will guide me with her natural instinct
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Prefer the basic 'cause the complicated gets extinct
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The foundation's always there and to show that I care
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About the future of the music I'll use it to repair
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The current condition of all the wack ass shows
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And I'll end each one with a pound, bro
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Left to the right with a pound... bro, so
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Gimmie a pound, bro, gimmie a pound bro
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Left to the right with a pound... bro, so
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Gimmie a pound, bro
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How'd it happen I was rapping and my brain exploded
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Thought I was freestyling and I was! I never wrote it!
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If I wanna kick the lyrics off the top no one's gonna' stop me
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Rock the show with a pound bro, it sounds so
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Simple but the so-called lyricists
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Couldn't freestyle if it came out they piss
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Give me a topic and I'll rock it in an instant
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Whether I sound near (or whether I sound distant)
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Shouts go out to motherfucking M-W-C
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And all the fools on the planet who supported me
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I got too many lyrics, don't drown, yo'
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End this bullshit this bullshit with a what, what?!
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Check the crazy flow, from the crazy bro
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Step to the stage and get beat by the lazy ho
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Self-centered rhymes I'm the king of braggadocio
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Grab the microphone and put the shit into motion
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Always on my toes checkin' my back for backstabbers
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But I'm strapped with a mic to smash a wack rapper
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The hands clap I slap a fool across the face
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Spray his ass with mace, eat him up and say my grace
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The rhymes are woven like a tapestry in fact it's me
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With the needle in my hand sewing and attacking the
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Style biters rhyme reciters with the same sound
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As I did last year when my peers put me down
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But now they getting rave reviews and I still refuse
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To believe it I achieved it last year and they makes me snooze
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'95 is the year and I'm coming with a new sound so
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Hurrikane, my motherfucker, gimmie a pound, bro
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Left to the right with a pound... bro, so
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Gimmie a pound, bro, gimmie a pound bro
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Left to the right with a pound... bro, so
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Gimmie a pound, bro
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With a Pound Bro
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