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(Bae B Face Kaos/Lee Majors)
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Sometimes I get so wild
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I blow up (POW)
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Here I come now
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Check out the new style
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Oh my god child
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Here comes the word dripper
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Word to black tripper
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Lyrical whipper slicker nigger
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Case closed like a zipper
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Ill flip ya with the style on the mic
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From the arm at PM dawn
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Next plan is hype
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So I excite to hold tight
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The underground sounds
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Jus got off Jacobs ladder
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(So wont you let me come down)
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Let me come down Ill kill someone
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With the gats son at least some men are in
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Some say Im awesome
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Jus like John I got the whole Single
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-ton on your back
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An its like that
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So I drive girls crazy
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Ask Mrs. Daisy
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Jump up an praise me
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Nobody can phase me
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I amaze me cuz yo my
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Tracks got the boomers
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Kickin the shit that
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Make ya back flip outcha bloomers
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Ill murder him
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Ill murder them
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Put me on the track
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For black Ill kill them
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(Y-Tee/Big Light)
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Rudeboy I sting and a badboy I shock
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Inside the clip man qwe load up the glock
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On shot tocks so we hafta bust shot
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Start from the bottom make we rise to the top
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(Bae-B-Face Kaos/Lee Majors)
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I ROCK
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Hip hop the best G
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I snipe just like wesley
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Crunch like nestle
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Tell me whos the best G
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Bush Babee bad man
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Ill flip the rap
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Got the hand on the gat
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Plus Im on the attack
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(Chorus 8X)
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Pon de attack, it goes pon de attack
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(Mr. Man)
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Ya just cant stop
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The rhymantically dreadified
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Lyrically ill
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Booger pickin
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Butt scrathin
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Heads a flyin, the illest
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Or should I say
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The most illified
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Type of hyperactive
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Lyricalmatical
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Boombastically bonified
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Hyper technical
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Unforgattable
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Crazy sweatable
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Individual
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Quick to put up a battle
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Rowdy, rapper goes bazootey
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Baggin up the goodies
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The rough rasta bootey
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Mr. man is attackin
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Thats when I get conniving
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So hold your freaking horses
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The boss is arriving.
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I gave a wussup like Martin
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Chill kid Im startin
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I beg your pardon
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Got it locked like a warden
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Applaudin cuz I got the illified flow
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Ya know the flow
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Yo Mr. Man steal the show
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Hecka-hecka-heck yeah
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Just cuz Im the lyrical master blaster
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Capitol-rapitol M/R/M/A/N
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So I rhyme faster than ya moms
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Could make a batch of big brown booger snacks
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When I Doodle-da-doot-doot-doot ATTACK.
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(Chorus 8X)
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(Y-Tee/Big Light)
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Pon de attacka break a DJ offa his spot
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But if a DJ wan fe disc jock fe come up on top
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Pon de attack break a DJ offa his spot
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But if a DJ wan fe disc jock fe come up on
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No me says break a leg a leg an dis boy cant jump
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Because fe line shoulda drop an rise to the top
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An lissen a rudebwoy know yall cant stop
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Buck a bust those shot a try they move dey ass
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An but dem wrote dem
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Cuz when dey can not
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So nigga fling two thing
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So bucks those shot
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Some brand new tune
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An put dey pon top
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Because me rough, me tough
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Me light, me black
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Me charm, me thin
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Me sting, me shot
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Me quick, no false
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Me rap, me track
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Me leave em on top a dey roof an make dey cant come back
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An if a DJ ever test a might to chop dem foot
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Mic take one, two
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An bombed on dey squad
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An buck a real shot
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When me tryfe on dey track
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Buss some buss some
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An me goes to have fun
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An lissen to bush babbes cuz we run things hard too.
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(Chorus 8X)
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Pon De Attack
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Da Bush Babees |