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featuring The SupaFriendz
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[Lonnie B]
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See we still unseen know what I'm saying?
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Still unseen and since you still looking
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We're gonna bring it
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[Danja Mowf]
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Yo the mistake that is made many times that which aches in my mind
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Is when fakes try to rhyme and they take petty lines
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To put stakes against mine but I breaks them like spines
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Cause I make plenty rhymes that are dimes
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I'm often misunderstood cause I never soften, would
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You look as good in a coffin, should
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You think twice or thrice your lady
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Was on my knot getting hot in a shady spot
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Screaming "Give me what you got"
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Don't stop get it get it, when I hit it hit it
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Shit it's hard being me
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Did it did it occur that you ain't seeing me?
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Quit it quit it, give up the mic device B
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Cause you'll never be as nice as me, G, forget it
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I lit it like GE cause me-ee be-ee
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The-ee D-ee A-N-J-A M-O-W-F, ee hee
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You crack me up like Hump-deehee Dump-deehee
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Just for thinking you can see me
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[Speedis Toine]
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How should I attack this? Me the cool cat like Ratcliff
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For all the MC's who act as if I won't flip them on a cactus
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Point me towards the mattress
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I make your career go backwards like a dyslexic actress
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You shouldn't try to attack this, I use you MC's for practice
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While I greet you back with
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Something that your front took straight up that just been ate up
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While you went to sleep seems you couldn't wait up
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Kill you again and again, can't stop or won't stop
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Til I squeeze your body into a dot
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Very rarely do I break up the work you can't make up
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Stains so strong Bounty couldn't take up, so wake up
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Imagine over 100 dinosaurs attacking you
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That's my crew, straight from the VA zoo
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Keep your head up or be ready to die
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Yours truly, SupaFriendz franchise, oops, we caught you by suprise
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[Mad Skillz]
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While you niggas get upset, I'm a get to the point
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It's me, the nigga that slayed "E" on the vowel joint
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And a thousand attempts have been made to stop this
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The niggas who talk shit and got sit, I'm a fill your 40 bottles with hot piss
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Against the grain the ?Paraquan? is insane
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Shorty, you the aft, I'm in the cockpit of the plane
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I'm running through niggas, verbal abuse to do niggas
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Split one nigga's opinion and have him thinking like two niggas
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A rhyming nightmare for all you dreamers
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You want to fall? I'm on top of the game like an arena
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I got your bitch on me attack this
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While your wack ass swole at home fucking the hole in your mattress
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The fact is that you ought to know the half
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My staff's better, we bag the cheddar like Kraft
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So fuck yapping, I specialize in MC slapping
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I give a fuck about these noncircumsized niggas rapping
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If words had actions, mine would be crazy
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And yours would make about as much noise as a stillborn baby
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So put it back in the womb nigga and remix it
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See the shit is coming straight so you ain't got to get it twisted
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I'm dead aim, so fuck being a target
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Son you wouldn't blow up if you was giving head on the
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Top floor of the fucking Stock Market
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So flip your jibs and dodge your bids
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I'm trying to get my ends to meet, fuck, and have some kids
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[MynBenda]
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Your preceptual attributes seem odd
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In my face you'll see the indescribable beauty of God
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I slay rappers in the euthanasia
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Beauty of the Next is swift paragraphs is infectious
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Like the menegitis mind of conceptual inventions
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That only hold murderous intentions
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I shine in the Nimbus, touch entities which leaves MC's
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Stuck in between parenthesis cause my
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Frequency consumes attitives from 50 year old secrecy rooms
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I got the Spielberg, the ill-berg, the real words
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That actually baffles and kills nerds
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And halts and brain falls new days
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Cause I walk in the image of the one you praise
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I'm labeled as the unconcievable
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Or absolutely, completely, utterly unbelievable
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[Javon]
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I write horrific, rotate my journals like Polaris
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Murder messiah, upon grave death I cherish
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Guard the barracks like L's, so who you swearing at?
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Set to lead a nation of terrorists like Everfrag
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When described my voice travels through liquid interludes
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Decapitating apostles in cerimonal underground duels
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Child the greater, ever after war is fatal
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Air strike tiger force, marine the ocean naval
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Take a wiff of this contagious, Mt. Olympus
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Digest the flesh of rappers like I'm poetically carniverous
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Conquest built on starting crusades and riots
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Putting yellow journalists under pressure to keep quiet
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About the crew with this treacherous sound in this orbit
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We move forward with unauthorized severe orphans
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Javon the black emperor, let the poison be administered
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Then watch your body mathematically like integer
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No way of escaping the deaths and graphs of harm
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Sign your Biblical will with dead angel arms
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[Lil' Rock]
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I'm put on the Earth route to do things, known by two names
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The voter Lil' Rock, yo let's start a new game
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I'm a throw docks at the clowns with quarter moon fame
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Get attached to the minor shit we gonna shoot game
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Sharpshooter, smooth aim, can flash two flames
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You play niggas fuck around and get hung by fat shoestrings
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Bottle with a hat and a cane like Bruce Wayne
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See it coming to a nigga, and my crew insane
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Me and Shawnie Poo swing, gin and juice who swings
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And they thing we all about that weed
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I got a plan to make some grands in the southern pot lands
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And it's said for all to see
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If we was teams you would forfeit
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Took a long road with Tims and walked it
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Rap rules I absorbed it and still get high
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Colnel Strong the main target is to reach the organ with some
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Flavors that be distorted, if they real inside, so take heed
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And bring your punk ass to Justice League
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It ain't going to be no warm welcome me
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[Lonnie B]
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I dedicate this to those who ask me "Lonnie, when your shit going to drop?"
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In a minute, yeah, it's time for me to get my props
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And blow the spot up, niggas making loot hold your knot up
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My friends be super like the cat (Don Dada)
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I ain't scared of no man, you want it you can get it
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We can battle on the phone, your girl got my digits
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What? I'm a player with more game than your Sega
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Had your girl shaking like a hustler's pager when I ate her
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Banged her from the back, bust one off on her butt cheeks
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She went and told her friends now they all want to fuck me
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>From the cute to the ugly, skinny to the chubby
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These seven inches they like the way I work it, money
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I'm on top of the world like Da Brat and I'm SoSo Def
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That I should use a hearing aid for my logo
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Y'all get the photo, and now you're too slow, yo
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(Woop woop) That's the sound of the po po
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I'm 5 foot 10, 200 lb's
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Known citywide from Holland Park to Belle Mead
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Been rapping 10 years, ain't shit y'all can tell me
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Bagged so many dimes I should stop rapping and sell weed
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Unseen World Pt. II
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| Danja Mowf |
