Verse One: Erick Sermon
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Yo Troy, turn me up so I can conductthe disco inferno
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Oklahoma aroma (uh)
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I smell the roof on fire without Parliament
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just Def Squad shit, dig it
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Rhymes I be like liquid swords
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You abandon ship, real niggas stay aboard (word)
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I'm flexin' hittin' you in the mid-section
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Drop for protection. Cuttin' you clean like a "C" section
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I puts it down in my field. I sport a vest
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no need for a Brooke Shield kneel
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E, an African boy with charisma
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A lyrical giant bigger than Lane Bryant
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Su-per rhymes be twilight zone warp speed true indeed
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Don't forget boy I'm still hittin' swithes
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In my Lexus truck, flaggin' down ugly bitches (word up)
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Verse Two: Busta Rhymes
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Erick Sermon ya'll yeah, yeah, yeah. Def Squad ya'll yeah, yeah, yeah.
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Flipmode Squad ya'll yeah, yeah, yeah. Excitement, my lights be shinin' on
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niggas. Hit with more enlightment (yo). The major difference is in many
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different instances. you drinkin' too much Guinesses. Now look at all the
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witnesses (huh). I told you one thing for sure. When I gets down son, I keep
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it raw. Break the law from here to Arkansas. Focus, I be the mostest, the
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dopest. Rhyme flow bounce atrocious. Bag of weed, my niggas smoke this. Shit
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I be stacking in jams. While I be packin' in what's happening. I'm charged
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with interstate and trafficking. Rhyme calisthetics will make you see the the
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Medic. Shit will break you down in order for to make M.C.'s like the
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alphabetics. Yo, yo just go there practice. The fact is you do not listen.
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You go ahead and get slapped up with a cactus. Ass backwards, fart on
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mothafuckas just like BDP. I'm fresh for 9-6 you suckas. Keith Murray now.
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Verse Three: Keith Murray
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Yeah, yeah, yeah (Word up). Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Busta Rhymes. Yeah, yeah,
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yeah, yeah. Now if you know the words then you can surely rap along. Go
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against the grain and surely get stomped strong. My squad is too high to get
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over. L.O.D. is too low to go under. I'll rain on your brain and give you
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visions of thunder. See everybody loves Keith Murray 'cause I'm on the top.
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But i know ain't nobody fuckin' with me if I ever drop. It's all about the
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bread. Spread taught to me by E and Red. Fuck them niggas talkin' out the
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side of their head. Different day same shit. I heard a dope beat but if E
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didn't do it then you know I can't fuck with it. Here's something you all can
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understand. Fuck you coming from the fuck you man. Livin' in drama comma.
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Trauma bubbling like lava. On site bomber to all wack rhymers. And if you
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ain't tough don't wear my logo. And if you ain't fly you can't play with my
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yo-yo. Cause who's pockets is fattest matters. I'll serve famous Keith
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Murray's beef curries. Scattered rappers on platters. For tryin' get at us
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knowing we the baddest. With major operation, mental observation status. I
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used to love her then I got some common sense. Now it ain't funny, the bitch
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better have my money (word up).
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Verse Four: Jamal
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Lace the chronic with the bomb-bah. Hash the tye, blaze 'em up 1 time for my
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partner in crime. Who can I on my hip (why) cause niggas trip. Pull a burner
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all you know is a murder occured. A curb swerver wana be server/ baller. Got
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dome call hauled to the mortician for silly ambitious. I'm nice and precise,
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hard like rock. You shook like dice and pop like glock. Amy shit knock the
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shelves (yo, yo). Witness this nigga ro, trigga flow, digga ho. Niggas ass
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out, passout, excessively. Fuckin' with this manic-depressive will be the
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lesson of your life. Spoiled rotten and plottin' and double shottin'. Packin'
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always rapping but smacking a lot of action. I am in the house smelling like
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contra-band. I demand your mic in hand, seriously as a man run it.
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Verse Five: Redman
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Ay yo, watch these 5 niggas stand up in triple pod. Circle back to back,
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scoping all angles. Why does hip-hop circumference start gettin' tangled?
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They drop 1 by 1 in the dark gettin' strangled. I come fresher than Summer's
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Eve please. Squeeze your wack-ass amphetamine rhyme drug-related. I'll make
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