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Homeboys take time and elevate your mind
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We came to rock the spot, rock the spot
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Homegirls inside just let your nature rise
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We came to rock the spot, rock the spot
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Now Gabby got the verbal that'll get your little wifey out her girdle
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In a session with me lightn' up a little herbal
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Turtle shell
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Chool individuals that listen to me
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Word it well
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Given to the rapper who is livin through, be heard and held
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In a high esteem
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I get you drunker than your bourbon, ale, liquor, malt, my assault learned it well
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Turn the tables of time with my perception
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Building staples of rhyme hear my reflections
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"on a little" life I'm livin in a universe with no beginning to it
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So it ain't an ending and at times I get to diggin into infinite subliminably spirited
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A nigga with a "clip and send it rip __ __ __"
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Indigenous stork has just touched ground
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Rappers organizations get shut down
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Not that I don't wanna see my brothers succeed
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But rap its like a sport, I dominate, so follow my lead
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I be the G-I-F-T test me hefty left's be gettin' swung
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Cruise like a jet ski
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Up in yo apartment and plop on your couch y'all
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Undisputed heavyweight lyrical southpaw
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It's like a lime to a lemon-that rhymes, I assemble them
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At times when I'm "__" they shine you remember
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"__" divine forces "__" that refine men & women &
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I rhyme for a livin', not just for the "__ __"
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That isn't what it's all about, really now, valid clout
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Uzi mc's I have arguments n' fallin' outs wit'
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About what it's all about, ain't about foamin out the mouth
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Like a walkin tall can of Guinness Stout
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"__ __ __"
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When the battle cries soundin'
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Ding-ding, hit 'em like, bing-bing
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Eat 'em like, B-King, yet wit' no seasoning-bee sting
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Wich yo girl dressed in a g-string she's swingin'
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My way shorty and it sure looks good
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I'm cookin up a batch of dopeness like a good cook should
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I be the jack of trades, rappers pray
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That I don't decapitate, after they cash his ass
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Is that an irate? Great!
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Grade-A, top-choice lyricism
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Hey, hit me wit' that shell shocked rhythm
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One time fo' the funky rhymes I say
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Two times for the beat and for my DJ
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It don't stop
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I say we drop it on a (one), we drop it on a (two)
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We comin' out (fresh), and we do it (for you)
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You know the deal with Blackalicious, we don't play
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(from New York, NY) (to streets of LA) to (??)
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You know we leave the party wreakin' a disaster
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For the new "millie", rain like a shower
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Let it seep in your pores (??)
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Oh lord that's [scratch]
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Rock ya from the top and to the bottom (from the bottom to the top)
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(cause I grab the mic) wit the intent to get ill
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A natural that you know who is (still Mrs. Field's)
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So slide to the side and (take it light) and (??) all night (party people in the place...)
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I make 'em suffer, to the fallen mc's I'd be the (quicker pickem upper) (galactic of a nebula)
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I'm rappin the spectacular, attackin whack amateurs n' back stabbin salamanders
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Creepin while I'm peepin on 'em (party time)
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Before I used to hit the meetings it was (Thunderbird wine) (used to drink the Ole)
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Now I drink Calistoga, sober and I'm older
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But the world is still gettin colder (colder)
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The Gift of Gab don't stop (the way I feel I have just got to rock)
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Rock The Spot
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