Yo!
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Get the fuck off my dick and let me rip this shit!
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I write raps,
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And when niggaz bite, I clap,
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'Cos their shit sounds better now.
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You done let me down,
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I thought it would be dope, but instead,
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Your shit's dead,
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You gets fed
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To the alligators lurking in the moat,
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Peep what I wrote,
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You bit so hard, I though your shit was a quote.
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But still I'm taxing, axing the competition,
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And any wack men, I stomp & dis 'em
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Easily.
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And you can feel the pressure, plus
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When I bust MCs'll be
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Trampling eachother trying to exit,
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When I flex it,
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The way I wreck shit is not unexpected.
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Niggaz just lose when I choose
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The best crews of MCs,
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And turn 'em into refugees.
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I slaughter a lotta MCs that are the
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?Styles I compiles?, and cut 'em up like ?vows?.
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Think to yourself I write the shit
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So you can bite the shit,
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And I'll know, despite you get props.
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[To da beat!]
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Niggaz get dropped.
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Sample: That's how it was and that's how it is!
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Enough with this wackness,
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Enough is my ?check?,
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Enough with these motherfuckers biting DAS EFX.
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I come real when I show skill,
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(Hey, yo, Saafir!) You macked on that ho ill,
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And that's for real, my flow still
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Is everlasting, niggaz forever blasting
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Shots when cash gets hot.
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You're not fresh, so you hating when I be just
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Ripping microphones without stating the obvious.
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Now how much harder can it get?
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Niggaz try to flow, but they soundin' like me
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A year ago.
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Shit, old, kaput, I got loot,
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To the hos I'm cute, and so I always got boots.
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It's me, so be free to feel the ?Ivy swing?,
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More niggaz got my back than Rodney King.
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I feel tight, knowing that the shit I write
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Will be exposed to foes, and everyone will feel fright.
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And you'll run and tell your man, "Yo, peep this twist,
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It's real, try to practise." But the mack is
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Way ahead of ya, instead of ya wack sound,
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I'm kickin' shit to make MCs back down.
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Got rhymes that kills, fills many empty heads,
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Niggaz can be dead, I got 'em in line, like ?Stimpy?.
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Red light, slow that shit down, bring it to a halt.
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You're wack and it's all your fault
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That's How It Is
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