Mista twista get ya
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every single time when I rhyme like I know so I flow
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with tha gifted tounge an encriptic rung
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new phases to enter the mazes play this
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two times a day with the dayo
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day hey hey ho with a day light come
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I plum forgot what a wack rhyme was
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because I buzz like a bee in the ears of my peers so
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they know and I know we all know day hey yo
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day light come and me wanna go home-
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cool
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no tool, no Smith and Wesson
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just an oppisite so I can pop a bit of
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shit on the mic when I get on the mic
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"pee-pee--pee-ping!"
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I ricochet a bit on the mic
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and I like it-
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Just like the Gulf or World War II
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d-e-l will say and straight slay anyone who
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makes advances when I make um heel
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peel off the anwsers when i'm drilling in your skull like a beaver
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binito-but I ain't finished
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till I like to flip side rhymes cause the rhythm gets deminished.
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Casual
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I would if I could but I ain't cause I'm dank
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time for me to lay down the law: who's raw?
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you saw the blues and the shoes of the writer
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stronger than a siskel and your like a side bar
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artery-
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try to win the lottery before you try to slaughter me
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because I'm not the g
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to be stepped to
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let loose negative bones
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that my rep crew I let loose negative tones
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so you better get flows to counter act what we've done
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proceed more stunts cause I'm hard like a street, son
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we go and step back as I wreck shop
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pronounced to break necks of those who won't stop
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artist-the one who does better they ain't found
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and if someone else tries to step: I knock that ass down
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the bigger the batter the bigger the fatter is
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whenever you figure this nigga is gettin his
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be real and don't kill my walk with your next thought
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and answer that your boss-
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cause that's when you lost
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keep on losing, amusing many tactics
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I came to earn more green than Saint Patrick
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and I make backs if you get caught frontin'
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never bought a Newport but I'm on the button.
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Tajai
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I needs no sugar crisp to get swift
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so what with two sylabols-it's just the positive
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Tajai
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I steals Souls that try to steal my laddin
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coming to your brain like I would on a sheet
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I respond with no distraction when I see one
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fatter than re-run so what's happennin'?
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it's not where you from, it's just how you come
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correct my stacks will get rough to bake
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get phucked enough to my men like idie midie
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look in the membrane enough because I am a righty
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fight these-
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you'll catch follies if you folly
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I make shanks to stick fakes I'm dank and you're quaint
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wack shit puritian surround like ineffectual
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I get um-blunt style like the heart of homosexuals.
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not for sex when you cross the intersection you're damaged
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get bruised knuckles and what you look for
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bad ones
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busted a few much more than two
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a slew of sold ass phonies,
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bust their cohonies
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try,
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you'll catch my Vans in your highnee
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that's if my bankrupt slips though I doubt
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how do you want to convert me in time
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but I seize more than those candies-nothing gets by me
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so play them tracks-
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and you'll go out like beta max
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next to Tajai cause I kicks the greater stacks.
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Opio
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Be deep boom-
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bob your head to this, mischievous
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soul socidle,
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idle chatter never slips off the lips of this writter
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might not be the greater innovater of the mind scheme
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but my style is like the visine: it gets your eyes opening.
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this raggedy andy gets dandy like a lion in the meadow
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while the teapot blows steam like a kettle
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the hip to the hop
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I make up flip when I get drastic
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stepping with their moods but their flows are pornographic
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and man with the vocal making the locals go insane
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the regal rhyming speech substan-nance for the brain
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get frisky with the phrases like you praises like a deity
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the one with liberated souls
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-control for infinity
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got style much slimma-kids' got a body child
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Hieroglyphics gonna flip the rhythm for the meanwhile
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articulate my lingo as I linger in my medium of speech
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and I could keep poppin cause I'm trying to teach
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a smidgen of religion to the fraudulant
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listen, pay attention I'm the master of this convention
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kick the wigidy while ye style be stutering
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just like smiley
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skipping singles down your satur-dreams to bad it seems you try me
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and I can make it play down into extreme conscienceness
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plus your wondering extinguish all them myths
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optimistic, stylistic, mysticness I'm swift like murcury
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nursing me
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I show I've got the gift.
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A-Plus
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People call me Snupe: that's because I'm living fat
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People call me nasty: that's because I eat the cat
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and I swing a bat to knuckle heads, leaving devils dead
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never said
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never cause I cock my head
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better dreadlock on the top of my head,
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never flakky
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if this was a peel then Bodasa couldn't shake me
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or bake me
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cause Betty Crocker's oven isn't hot enough
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if you wanna spread the skins
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then I got alot of stuff
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got it? tough-got enough-gotta lick it twice
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why step? here's a fly rep
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I kept my step ladder
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I had a fatter flow to be hittin on
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now it's just a smidgen like a pidgeon I be shittin' on
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sittin on a futon...
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slip the larger roots on
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I'm the type of brotha that ya have to keep ya boots on
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opps-
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I'm sorry cause I didn't mean to dis you
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I could hook a hoe and make um blow like I was tissue
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mary had a little lamb, Adam got a lot of doe
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looking in my garden,
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schylar got a lotta hoes
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Yo-I didn't mean hoes, yo I meant women
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If she got the pooh, I got the trunks: let's go swimming
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dip dip dive as I'm live
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moving in on the top of my jock you don't stop
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here a pimp there a pimp everywhere a pimp pimp
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this A-plus grades the quiz-so there it is
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Burnt (Remastered Version)
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| Del tha Funkee Homosapien |
