I got no time for ya'll, we got to keep movin yea.
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Move on move on from here, ya
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I got no time for yall we got to keep movin yea
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I got to move on move on from here
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I'm droppin beats nice and mellow, meet ya I say hello
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Jump on the microphone I got the fellas sayin well a
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Damn, yo this boy come shockin and no I dont stop until I'm done rockin, so
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Ya just sit back and relax for a bit I'll spit my shit then I quit
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Like the bizz then I rip it.
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Im high as can be, the true Dutty B and all can see we comin irie, yea, yea
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Yea irie
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Im on a stag, my booze up on the very highest shelf
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Yo stay true to my friends and get wise with myself
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Cause I'm impaired with the spare and all you sucka MCs
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So be yourself and flow it easy keep it tight like dungarees
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And grab this cheese like cheddar, drop the fake act.
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And grab these beats they be better cause I be breakin fools
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With molecules and lots a juice the neck of the nuse I'm lettin it lose yo
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When you turn purple get out my circle if you got that shit that be commercial
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Casue I found ya sound just be the other way around
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Ya tryin to be underground but your floatin on the surface
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With no purpose in your verses, drop the mic so you can jerk it.
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Can it be the MC rockin under canopies, insanity is banning me from rappin
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Independently its sending me to penitentiaries offensively
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Cause I love music, I chose it dont abuse it never lose it when I bruise it
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So dont be livin to shoot when you know your gonna miss
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Ya say you get more pussy than a gynecologist
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I know you would be lonley if it wasn't for your fist
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Ya asked me how I got dope I said lots of prac-a-prac-a-tice
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I got no time for y'all, we got to keep movin yea
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Move on move on from here, ya
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I got no time for yall we got to keep movin yea
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I got to move on move on from here
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Well buenos noches steppin on fools like cockroaches
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I be callin plays like some fuckin football coaches
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Fallin asleep because I know your shit is boring
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Cut you so hard ya straight up need some neosporin
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Said I'm raining on your head because yo my shit is pourin
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Ya eyes get dilated cause all your hits is faded
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I need to be sedated like my main man Dutty B,
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Sick to your stomach when ya find an ill MC
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With the symphony the illest infantry drops ya down for the century
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The illest penalty said I know I'm hard to see I kill myself but leave my entity
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But jump up off a track like a cricket make it Jiminey
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Original cynical head bob, four star general
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I find my with my tentacle, my rhyme style's identical to none
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Ya bite me end up like ya grandfather straight chewin with ya gums
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Its the DJ selector comin hard on the record with the effort full effect
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DJ science break your neck when tounges twist syllabls trip lips that make hits
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Never leave unfulfilled like a hooker with one tit, a group with one hit,
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Gettin lose off one sip, we the sunshine MC's so I think ya best a quit
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Yes I think its time to quit
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Yo you know you best a quit
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Yes I think its time to quit yo
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I got no time for y'all, we got to keep movin yea
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Move on move on from here, ya
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I got no time for yall we got to keep movin yea
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I got to move on move on from here
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I Got No Time
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| Dirty Heads |
