Verse One:
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[Chino XL]
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You prayed for me and I came! How far you niggaz wanna push me?
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I'm leaving the crowds happy like OJ Simpson when he got his first white pussy
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But I'm still annoyed, blowin through your solenoid
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Bringing more Blues to Brothers than Jon Belushi and Dan Akroyd
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Governmently engineered like E Bola for this rap garage sale
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by this industry, I'm trying not to get fucked like 2Pac in jail
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You can hate me, but await me like I'm Magic Johnson's
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death in a box with Jordan's pops that ass'll never take another breath
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cuz, I write the songs like Barry Manilow
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I like my Sugar Brown like Hugh Grant fucked D'Angelo
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[Ras Kass]
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Now I got niggaz claimin they saw God unfortunately
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He wasn't in the person of Master Farad Muhammad
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Some often ask, "How can this nigga molest the English alphabet
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in one hundred words or less?" It ain't the chronic
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It's all in the mind like Johnny Mmemonic
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Before my word is born, surgeons administer antibiotics
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to drain the phonics, amniotic fluids
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Delivery, to get Nia deep in your Peeples like Howard Hewett
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Half-Hitler, half-Jewish, I'm gassed off myself nigga
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[Chino XL]
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Icono-clismic, twisted without the use of fiber optics
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Knocks your eyeballs out the sockets,
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I got your Adam's Apples in my pockets
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Bullshit like Timmy McVey, like kiddie porn I'm getting popular
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[Ras Kass]
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Popular, no ocular, MC's perp particular
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but not quite yet perpendicular
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Compound fractures fibulas when niggaz step, contest the upper torso
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I got Chino's back like a dorsal, fin
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Comprehend, we bend men from within
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Chorus: Chino, Ras
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Your strength in numbers couldn't hit
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The yellow nigga from the Gravity click
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You don't give a fuck as long as bud gets lit
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You're fuckin with the HemiSidal lunatics
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Like licorice, niggaz begin to twist
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Lay back and watch your idols get ripped
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Yo signify if your crew roll thick
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(Yeah) East Coast (West Coast) beeeotch!!!
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Verse Two:
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[Ras Kass]
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I circumnavigate the globe with a one-liner like, latitude
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Put my rhymes in misfortune cookies to leave Confucious confused
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The day a nigga serve Ras is when faggots start straight bashing
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[Chino XL]
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Without Jermaine Dupri I'm SoSoDef that I need closed captions
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Won't see me stressed from no East/West conflict of interest
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Chino X/Ras Kass like Layne Tito removed you from your bench
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My retina expands, my brain is trapped like a rat on a running wheel
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Praise the yellow God or I'ma leave you scarred like that nigga Seal
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Vernacular understandable, you in a hearse, megahertz, the truth hurts
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Slang botanical, you're moving on time-lapse camera
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Indestractable, dig me like an excavation multiracial valuable
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Take you out like Saafir took out Casual
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[Ras Kass]
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Son, check the milk that Jersey made
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I turn autistic children bilingual
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On parallel bars I create new dismounts like Chechincko
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[Chino XL]
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So keep it short and sweet like Sherman Hemsley bonafide queer
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While I shoot shit up you're shooting gerbils up your asshole like Richard Gere
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Verse Three:
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[Ras Kass]
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Bitch ass niggaz what see?
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I gives a fuck who's certified platinum or gold
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Cause I got rhymes for every unit you sold
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Your plaques corrode when I collage colloquials
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At first the buzz was local but now the nose grows like Pinnochio
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No lie (lye), no T-H-C T-H-E T-H-O-U-G-H-T
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Makes me high in intelligence quotient
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I drop facts like attache
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Exfoliate rap and come cleaner than Jeru's enema
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What's the secret within my esophagus
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is discovered like Tutenkahmen's sarcophogous
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I got niggaz lookin for Webster's like George Papadopolous
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[Chino XL]
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Yo Ras pardon me my unfamiliar soliloquies, similies
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similar to Reginald Denny's, facial injuries
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You couldn't locate my transient thoughts with lo-jack
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Molest your mind like Oprah Winfrey's behind when she was a small child
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Punchlines with more elasticity than Biggie's stretch marks
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Chino X sparks, mad herb and (urban)
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I ain't scared to put the things that going around me
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on tape like Mark Fuhrman
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| Sexing picture perfect hoes like Pocahontas ofte |
