[A-Plus]
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Plus is back to dust a rapper
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That's my given purpose
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What must I slap ya
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You're living worthless
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Void of value
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Noid and how you need to just quit
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Peep the plus shit
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We's a must get
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I gostta leave the wack behind
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Watch the beat attack your mind
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Eh yo MC don't pack a nine
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I needs no gun
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I got a rap to make you flee so run
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You're no one
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You flow none
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I relieve you of your rhyming duty
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Since you're rhyming booty
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Rudely I leave a rapper loot free
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Subtract your ends
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And then attack your friends
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I kick the facts and relax with skins
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And since I move a little faster
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Fools allways wanna call me gased or
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People think my name should be Elastor
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But who's dope in the house tonight?
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No one; cause you're all wack
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When you fall back
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I call that fake
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Cause you're born to loose
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A-Plus came to warn your crews
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The ?corn? you use
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Will get you torn and bruised
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(into scraps)
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You should have listened when I sent you fax copy
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skulls with my mental axes
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But yo the Plus lives so I bust kids
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I crush ribs
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Yo the plus gives a motherphuck
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Couldn't care less if you're near fresh
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Plus and Cas is gonna bust your asses
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[Casual]
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I need a little bit of space
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Back up. Hittin with the bass in case
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You act up. Its Casual;
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I motherphuckin rip the track up
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Off the head of by request
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The best- It goes beyond the flesh so Jon is fresh
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Yes; y'all would never step in my division in rhymin'
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It takes precision and timing
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I mean too much for you
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No matter what you do
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I'm phat and phuck your crew
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With your whole image; I'm reluctant to
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Casual has stuck a few
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For a buck or two
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?Cluck? and you
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Best bag up
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Or have to duck a few blows
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That's how it is and that's how its supposed to be
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Hiero's quite phat; you'll never come close to me
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I'm making the microphone laugh at y'all
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What you're seeing is the supreme being at MCing
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Too bad I'm me and not you
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When I do what I got to
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Hieroglyphics running shit like you're pops do
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You're gonna get beat, you're gonna get belted
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Delt with, the beat defeat
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Every rhyme you had melted
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With stones you're pelted
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Biting off that old shit my man Del Did
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Its like this and uh
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Its like that too
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Don't let me catch you
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You're swift as a statue
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If I had to you know that I'd be glad to
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apply my tricks of the trade to help further your falling off
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I hit MC's with a Molotov
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So call it off
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I'm way beyond you
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Watch how Jon do
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On the motherphuckin microphone, nigga!
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That's How It Is Part 2
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