[Gift Of Gab:]
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Rappers step to me like I'm a doormat
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Check the format, I pour raps
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Not your average everyday hardcore act actin'
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I'm like a mac 10, a uzi and a AK-47
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Rollin' with crazy kids like Bebe
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Mayday mayday, I used to listen to KDAY in my heydays
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I ride the bus with a dream of one day lampin' inside of a Mercedes
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Benz with sheepskin interior
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And two fifteens, and to rip means to get creamed
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I'm large as a hippopotamus, trip, I gotta dis
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Sip a bottomless cup of brew and I'm getting raw to this
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If a rapper tries to step, I rip and slaughter his ass
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Some shit, he oughta just swallow his pride and get to following this
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I'm marvelous like Marvin Haggler in his prime
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I carve kids like a dagger with my mind
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I start shit with rappers who can't rhyme
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I spark spliffs cuz I don't stagger when I'm high
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But when I'm drunk I do, punk I do not acknowledge wackness
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I gotcha grandma doin' backflips and tumbles
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I rumble through the jungle with Ollie and Frasier
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Call me the savior of hip hop
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I rip shop and get my proppers
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Come get with this ak, my style is akwards
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I never mock words, I talk towards the inner city youth
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Revealing it, the truth
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I'm feeling that the proof is in the pudding
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I put men that would end hip hop in my shop and I torture
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[Chorus:]
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Check out my lyric fathom
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Check it brothers, really, check it out
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[Gift Of Gab:]
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As I walk through the jungle with a knife on my ankle
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Taking lives, skip will shank you lyrically
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Apparently niggas wanna sleep still
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Keep still, I'm packin' the a heap of skills
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I'm rhyming to keep an ill mind, Saddam type shit
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Your arm might get snapped like a twig
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Rap like a nig-gero possessed thorough
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The astonishing mission, dishing pain
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Fishing in brains, plain lynching niggas bitchin'
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So take a ride, I'd abide by my rules
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Cuz fools I had duels with, I left them in the pool pit, I rule kids
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I'm a kamikaze bomb, drop a nigga with an arsenal of drama in my rhymes
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With the tracks and backs and heads is broken to pieces
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Rapture's phat, ya dead, ya croaked
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I wrote this piece as just a little dedication
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To the rappers on the other level
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Budded out and looking into space, a new frontier
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And I can probably bet cha that we got anything you want here
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Cuz punk, we're the crew that make you cheer
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The two that make you fear and send you back to the rear
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We're here
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[CHORUS]
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[Gift Of Gab:]
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I flip and I rip shit
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I whip and I dip shit
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With the lyrical form, I did kick it slick
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I'm gifted, I'm ripping a nitwit to shreds
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Get the Feds to arrest me for slaughtering emcees
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That's right, on my testicles
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Come get a little array of the skill supreme
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Wanna defeat me? My nigga, you should kill the dream
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The noise, the boys, the count, everybody
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When I drop fat styles that ain't your simple blahzay blah
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Lodi Dodi average Joe Simpleton with a average flow
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Have to go after you jugular
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Then shit gets uglier
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Man I hope you take heed
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I'm making brain cells bleed in excess amount of hemoglobin
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I rap, yes I'm out to see you bobbin' ya noggin'
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I've been gobblin' niggas talkin' shit like Hagen-Daas
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Stompin' 'em, mobbin' with the ill ass skill as seen
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On individuals who fiend for the real shit
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Lyric Fathom
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| Blackalicious |
