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It's the Gift, uh-huh
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Here to give your mortal mind a lift, uh-huh
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Mack rap verbally pimp, uh-huh
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Lace another rhythm with my sig-na-ture (the Gift, uh-huh)
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It's the Chief, uh-huh
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Tearing up the drum and bringing heat, uh-huh
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Block shock, thunderous beats, uh-huh
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Blazing on your local ghetto street corner (the Chief, uh-huh)
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Eyes in my mind, pulse signs in my rhymes
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Lines are inclined shine, dine in my shrine
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Warring time, mortifying, sauna flying lines
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Borderline Einstein, horrifying times
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Ordered like slaughter fights for the fight-type
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Sure to strike, pouring like water might, I
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Smoke like a sack of that northern lights hype
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Swerving off a nitro ice-cold quarter pint
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Saw the bright light, rappers caught a night-night
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Bona fide nice ice, Dolemite type
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Sorta like Border Heights, what a sight, yipes
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Showing motherfuckers how to hold a mic right
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Photo light images Yoda might bite
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Soldier-like stripes, word to Spike, build a vice is
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Photo volt bright light, hold the funk inside
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Glowing like solar kites, sho ya right quite
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Beats to the rhythm, rock raps in the day
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Feast on adrenaline, master the way
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I'm the verbal hunter going after my prey, they
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Running for the highest mountain yelling out "mayday!"
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G-A-B, the great annihilator of the way they
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Be all on sacred sceptre jocking, like a Pele
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Soccer ball, kick em all, drop em in the Bay say
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Fatter than your nigga Albert yelling "Hey, hey, hey!"
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Putting on apprentices like Brandy did Ray J
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Shutting down your business like 15-80K day
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If you ain't efficient you'll be all up in a melee
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Gab'll bring the [??]-ness of the sun into your grey day
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Take your AK, put it in a little tray
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Lay it underneath the surface of the earth and let it stay way
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Out of sight and mind so you can focus on your time in climbing
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Rhyming, hey that beat like grime and shining be my pay day
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Slick-slippery, quick ripping these, shift physically
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Drift with a kick kicking me
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Hickory dickory, emcees are sick of me
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Zen trickery, get the gist, sent wizardry
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Split-lickety, spit it could be lit
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Like this, into me, it is a secret
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Emcees pretend to be kin to the Gift
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I'm mentally shitting the wisdom of centuries
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Wit, go on like a centipede's length
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Rappers want flames, man, I injure these shrimps
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Skew em on the barb' with some hickory chips
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I'm a level higher than the intermediate
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Rappers, I don't care about your gender, descent
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Background, police records, history, rent
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Unpaid evictions, charge penalties sent
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Merciless in battle leaving enemies bent, it's the Gift!
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Reanimation
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| Blackalicious |
