From dawn to sunrise, sunrise to dawn
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I drop math in ya path and rock on
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Sunrise to dawn, from dawn to sunrise
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For you to try battlin me would be unwise
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65 cause seven days of the week so
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You don't wanna catch a sinker slider to the cheek bone
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Call me critical the disc jockey, the B side kickin
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Phat beats eternal, eternal pushin fried chicken
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Snap cracklin, the daft shacklin rap jackels
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Sneak attack battlin wack tacklin
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The crab apple got skills but at the same time artist
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I face the east and pray to the rhyme goddess
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With the tender lovin, the rainin and the big sliker
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The good sumaritin, homicidal hitchhicker
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Hell on wheels of steel, stick shifted
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Puffin on beats and rock on to get quick lifted
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Syllables into non-refillable blank spaces
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Eliminatin contestants according to their rank basis
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Buryin secarian MCs when the scratch is torn
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Direct other rappers can't fuck with the natural born
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I never face the same ginet that Romeo faces
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Cause I'm too concerned with my Enhomeostasis
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The DJ front and center and the sooner he flips
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You'll be freeze framin till the next lunar eclipse
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With the crazy ass birds a prey, they got the right words to say
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They come and circumsize you when ya eatin ya curds and whey
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Try to make a new jack feel the ace of spades
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Before ya know the ledge gettin sorta might replace his grades
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Used and confused goin about the whole scheme wrong
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Ass backwards from the closin credits to the theme song
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Dire straits reminising back to prior dates
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Ya better off tarzed and your rhymes look in fire place
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To slash and burn and try to learn how to earn the wage
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The end of the chapter four rabbit, time to turn the page
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Pathetic cryin on ya knees, beggin for a lease please
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Lemme keep the autographed poster and the creased sleeve
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The whole prize vaporized before your eyes ya lost objective
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Because the dream was no longer cost effective
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Ya threw a gutter ball and still had to utter gaul
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To profile and front, when you know my shit is butter y'all
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From dawn to sunrise, sunrise to dawn
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I drop math in ya path and rock on
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Sunrise to dawn, from dawn to sunrise
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For you to try battlin me would be unwise
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From dawn to sunrise, sunrise to dawn
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I drop math in ya path and rock on
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Sunrise to dawn, from dawn to sunrise
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For you to try battlin me would be unwise
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Style # 386
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| Buck 65 |
