I return before tables get turned
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It's my turn, spur of the moment
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They reproduce my sperm and try to clone it
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Stand firm, bumping the The Firm 'Phone Tap', I'm on it
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I slaughter every opponent to bits of components, potent
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You can't fuck with the horse power, you're woofing too much
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You're bout to go hoarse coward as soon as I buss, pause
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You put your hands on a broad, then telling me you can brawl
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You thought you saw me when you saw 'Saw', frightening
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More reckless than a paisa driving without license
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Hitting your new truck, then leaving you hiking
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They said no, the industry let it go
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I cracked the window, they hit the back door like trick dices
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Sticking and moving, and moving and sticking the prices
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Upping the ante before I'm an antique
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I promise you'll hear me clear, even if you need three ears with Tyson
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Gripping the panties, big booty, no whammies, they dyking
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I'm liking them all, I'm sifting through panties, haters will spike it
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Voicing opinions, but holding laryngitis
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But I don't hear 'em, I'm a winner by law
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Track 'em down like a subway when they sub-par
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Sub-zero every time I jump in the synagogue
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Send an angel, send a God, I don't make it look hard, I know
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I just let the thoughts take its toll
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More 'sentences' than Level IV yard
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Bogard, go hard, black tar, concrete
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Tom Vick, times Papi Mason, times three
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Uncle Toms need toms to stomach atomic bombs, or die from my Wizardry
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RZA, GZA, Method Man, I'm a 'Killa Bee'
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Killer be killed, make your embassy yield
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This is not your cup of tea, and oh
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They say waters run deep
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Dive in Bermuda triangles and you'll see us
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We must, dust behind, emcee's duck
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Deduct, revenue decline when we touch-
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down like a running back's grind, can you keep up?
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You keep a safe for keep-safe? That ain't safe, bla!
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Compton
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XXL Freshman Freestyle
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| Kendrick Lamar |
