Yea what up, 1 time, 1 time, PMD, Mic Doc
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9-7, 2 thous and beyond, check it, check it
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Step aside, peep the wide body, kicking shit like karate
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Or catch me on a Harley, but puff like the Marley's
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Do narly, tims and rims wit the fat knobbies
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The rap teflon don here to crash a party
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You know the status, who the baddest wit this apparatus
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Who's the fattest, who gives a phuck cuz it don't matter
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Always rock shit, high in the cockpit
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Infrared lock and hit, terminate the target
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Cuz when I put it down, clown, I don't phuck around
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How you sound, act like you know or catch a beatdown
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(Chorus)
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It's the Microphone Doctor, back making housecalls
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Many often wonder is MD paid(4x)
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Got more stripes than Colin Powell, ?stoned and towel?, I keep my shit rugged
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Thuggish rugged, you'se laced wit ice nuggets
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Who you shittin me. lyrics spittin and Squad still hittin
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Track flippin, we're nippin, politicin
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Niggaz trippin, slippin like a transmission
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Or blown gasket, you bastard
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You get your ass kicked, tuxedo wit the casket
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Blowing steam, one half of the dream team
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Cream fiends hit 16 on the rhyme scene
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Keep it off the meter, rub it wit the dark Caesar
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Blow like ether, Grim like the phucking Reaper
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When I act out, MC's back out
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Pull the mac out, go the distance in the rap out
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Chorus
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Swinging back, get you dome cracked in combat
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Full contact on impact when P react
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Keep it cool at all times, bust rhyme
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Get mine, black Einstein wit basslines
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From hoodies to skullies, skullies down to tims
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I'm all in black Benz, trees and trojans
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Niggaz frozen, like manic, it's phucking posing
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On display, no place, he foreign attache
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Case, Hit Squad lace the place
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Set the pace like O.J. in the Bronco chase
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Chorus
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Many Often Wonder
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