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Common:
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Yo niggaz don't want none of this
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Niggaz know they can't fuck with this
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Turn this shit up just a little more
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I walk the night in rhymin armor bomb a nigga like a winter coat
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Have him on Death Row searchin for an Interscope
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Yet I sparkle like Irene Cara
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Symbolize dope like sirens do terror
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Mariel just had a baby someone else decapitated
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Flashbacks of past raps make me so glad I made it
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Players is gettin traded
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I drop a gem off, them who's style is jaded
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My juice is grated
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Shit is so bangin niggaz say it's gang related
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On philosopher's rink of thought, I've skated with precision
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Crews is gettin split like decisions
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Com will let it ride in collision
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Vision like Colleco or tele, I battle stars in stellar...
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Regions, my thought scheme was my like my offspring
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Now, it's teethin
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My reason of rhyme applies to season and time
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Season of mind , body and regions divine
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In mom's cookouts, I'm leavin the swine
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Verbal vegeterian, squashed beef with Ice Cube
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Came in this rap life nude
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Now I'm fully clothed with flows
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You tricks can't hide behind expensive cars and clothes
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Old niggaz I expose like Luke does hoes in videos
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With classic material, imperial and rugged like
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Got mag, but my slugs a mic
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You fake like a smile, like a hug, I'm tight
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Skip ladies, this is rip a muthafucka night
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Oracle arouse, niggaz don't even run for cover right
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Downtown interracial lovers hold hands
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I breathe heavy like an old man, with a cold can of Old Style
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Hold a Stone Isle profile
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Mix between Malcolm X and Sef when I go wild
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Hold mics like a second nut until the second comin
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Hummin comin towards you with power like forest do
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Hip hop, you my bitch and like a Ford, I'm Explorin you
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So, wack niggaz be cool, with them, I stay cordial
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Flowin room temperature, cats is presumed miniature
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Like golf. Soft like Tiger Woods
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And real nigga angles I've stood with ways that's geometric
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Don't need to rob banks with dike broads to Set it
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I levitate to the occasion, lounge like a lyricist
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Rhyme wise, you a rest haven
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You sat by the door spooked like I was Wes Craven
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You need to do more deletin and less savin
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A praise in hell, raisin heaven
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Like the bill on my pager leavens
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What you should have known from day one
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You will on day seven
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(scratching)Hungry hip hop junkie in the city(x3)
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Hungry
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