Yo, who stopped ya?
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Separate the rappers from the actors
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The doctors from the proctobiologists
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Can't speak with common sense
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You got a dent in the medulla oblongata
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And lost some skills, five Percent
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Imma rock again
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How much you wanna bet
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Might throw a little fit
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Drown you with a little spit
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From the USA to Cairo
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Took the high road to Mohenjodaro
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Cause I'm a pharaoh
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If there was no tomorrow
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I'd still be the most sophisticated model of wordological babble
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The speech is called double speak
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For example if I said I was to bust the heat
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Till the sky touch your feet
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Open your eyes look at the concrete
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My name aint Germaine now you got the wrong beef
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It aint Canibus neither you got the wrong leaf
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You think Hitler's dead but you got the wrong teeth
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Like me rockin on another beat, right now
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While you still listenin to this one, blah-dow
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Being followed by a black cloud
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So imma just keep on rhyming and look at the ground
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I'll look up if you pass it around
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I'm the best lyricist hands down
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Motherfucker just look at your hands now
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Who stopped ya? Rap tighter than an anaconda
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Only one problem my work com sucks
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Syllables rush through the position of the teeth and the tongue
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Mouth to mic to speakers till its deep in your drum
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Speak with the tongue till sounds like I'm speakin in tongues
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When I'm done I'll leave you needing a lung
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Don't have to get up
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Cause I been up
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Doin sit ups and chin ups
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And an army chin up, I rip shit up
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Punch y'all for pair of fist cuffs with fist clutch
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When I'm getting my dick sucked I resuscitate sick sluts
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Gettin they clits mixed up
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Stick a plug in the butt
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OK Bis you been explicit enough
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Who stopped ya, who stopped ya?
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Who Stopped Ya?
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