(feat. Mr. Gene Poole)
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[Mr. Gene Poole]
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The loveliest sound coming out to yo' system
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I spark to get y'all off to a good start
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Show me some heart, walk through my hood after dark, dodging poison darts
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Catch one in the left lung I hope the Cherokee parks by itself tracksmart
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Act like you part of this you'll find yourself victim of the rhyme bombardment
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Weak shit, I have the tolerance
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I write the best rhymes in my sleep
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Dreamland beats and freelance techniques fuckin' up the sheets
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Ink spots, puss spot niggas tryin to stop this
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Think not get ? and listen for your bank knock
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We do a lot of this activity in my city
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Get a job in my world, join a futuristic commitee
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Weak assistant of three had to be persistantly equal
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In order for it to work out in a balance
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Which comes down to a question of natural talents
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Can't keep those gifts isolated in tablets
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It's not about rap ballads, or who can flow the best
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What kind of dressing you gonna have with your life salad? (Hmmm...)
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French...yes..thank you very much..On to the next
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[Slug]
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Yo, you rappers elude me but that's nothing new
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I still stick to my duty, to kick something true
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Still if you wanna boo me we can do this in a circle of peers
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Tell your bitch to kick a beat so I can work you to tears
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I've made a full of strangers throw hands in the air (Man)
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I know you sense danger, I can see it in your stare (Man)
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Don't provoke anger when the mic's in my hand,
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Cause if I get that spark I'm quick to rip apart your plans
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Yo Ant, let's keep this one accesible
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Take the fruits that wanna test these bros and make 'em vegetables
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Just to let 'em know that the course tastes pure
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Pissed off all the local rappers so it's time to go on tour
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I'm sure, so I never break a sweat when a fate steps
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Instead I break that snake's neck and take his breath
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Half the time half of 'em don't catch the rhymes
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They need they friends with to show 'em how we wax behinds
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Please fool, hella stupid I'm assuming probably
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Couldn't even rock your own family reunion and I'm through with the politicket
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Rhymesayers on a mission, watch the following thinking, motherfucker!
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[Mr. Gene Poole]
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I stick two fingers through his nostrils and a thumb through his mouth
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And swing em' like a bowling ball make 'em strike the fuck out
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Take a hook and stab it through his back and curve it around his spine and throw em out
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By the lili pads and wait for a hit on my line (Damn!)
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Cause this rap shit makes me wanna catch niggas like catfish
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Chop 'em up into steaks and sop 'em up off the plate with biscuits and rice
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I put the hand of the one that likes to hold mics in a vice
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Make sure he never writes in his life
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When it's time for me to display (Stay the FUCK out the way)
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And when its time for you to DJ you going play what I say
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The word for the day is "Fette" cash lessons
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Get ready to mash when I give the word don't ask questions
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Pack yo shit, dont smack yo bitch
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Leave peaceably cause these'll be vital elements of livin' feasibly
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? the urban ? mocha latte, Saint Paul nigga rocking the uptown partay like coca angel vatte
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I provide that mental rush and that physical feeling like yo' whole worlds being dusted
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Be hushed when you see me in deep thought
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Hand clutched interrupt and you just might be caught then crushed
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[Slug]
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Yo, yo, I quit fronting, really-really
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I know wrong and right, wrote my songs, shed light to promote a longer life
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When I reflect that night, I seek light in the confusion
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I stick to the music and skip the baggage of delusion
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Managed to come through and I'm in the minimalism, yo
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The damage is due it's time to climb to catch a vision
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Yo, I've had it with you, and the terms which I work cause it matter to you
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The flight's cursed, I might burst challenging who?
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Balance the mood, yo Stress, let's gather the crew,
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Commence to wreck shit then exit, I'd rather that you
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Throw your hands in the air
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And if that's too demanding you can stand there and stare
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Tracksmart
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