[sample from movie]
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No matter what you may say to the contrary
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No matter what you may say to the contrary
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If you are guilty of feeding false hopes
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Procrastination.
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[Intro]
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Nigga ATP, Smoke Records
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Brown Hornet, bout to spice you in the head
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Hip Hop
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[Pop Da Brown Hornet]
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Expect to get stepped to, ran through
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I'm a dog that'll bite you thru the muzzle
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Eavesdrop on ya huddle, ya standin in the puddle
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I smell fear, you smell trouble
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Pop Da Brown is too heavy to juggle
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The holder of a bolder, plus heavy handed
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You rap standing, I rhyme outstanding
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Pick an MC out at random, that help you out
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Because you by yourself is like a dick in the mouth
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You suck, I suck-seed, I get high, you get skeed
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Fuckin with Poppy Da, ya smokin more than just weed
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I'm about to let you know, you made the wrong decision
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In this intermission, I dominate with aggressiveness
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With professionalist, let you know not to many competitors in this
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Take all competitors
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Magazines been rave, get extra large
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But to me you all regulars
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Once I fits all, ya all about to fall
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The outcome is rusum, love to battle MC's in a twosome
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Before I roof 'em, I'll introduce them to a no nonsense
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Lyrical proof type stee, look up the word MC
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And see a picture of me, loungin wit a blunt in my mouth
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Callin shots in your house, layin up in your couch
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Gettin served like a king, Black Caeser wit the pinkie ring
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While in the heat, don't sweat a god damn thing
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Cuz I'm fuller, fresher, stand out from the rest of the pack
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Like Kris said, "they wick-wick-wack"
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How they make it this far, without gettin gonged
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That's right, they name it Hiroshima, but they still gettin bumped
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And once I start droppin, there's no stoppin
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Your all time favorites, will soon be forgotten
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What you digest the way I manifest
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Make crazy progress over a ten year stretch
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And I still keep growin, rhymes keep flowin
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Sometimes I'm writing rhymes without me even knowin
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Wake up, out my sleep, put down the pad and pen and roll a fat one
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I'll probably die, O.D. on platinum
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Plus I'm hot and scorchin, Pat Sajak, gave me the fortune
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Told me I'm worth more than Steve Austin
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I laughed and said tell me somethin I don't know
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Blew out some smoke and disappeared with the dough
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[Interlude: Smoke]
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Yo, yo, yo
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Ya niggas that told me that nigga Brown Hornet is wack
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That nigga ain't wack, man
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Come on now, this that shit right here
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This that shit that got niggas bouncin
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[Pop Da Brown Hornet]
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Are you ready? Sorry if ya not
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I bust they snotbox, let know that Pop Box ain't it decomposed
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Any stage I rock shows,
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you heard it thru the grapevines from all my ex-hoes
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That I've been doin this years, thru the sweat blood and tears
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Smoked about a million blunts, drunk a 100,000 beers
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Certified hip hop junky, love all my tracks funky
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Battling is somethin don't take much to pump me
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It comes naturally, born to be wild
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I'm the whole comp, you just a comp with no style
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Tell us to my click, in the way we get down
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Study our melody, try to copy our sound
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First I'll let you know it's impossible
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Fuck around and find yourself in a hospital
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With casts and twos, be battered and bruised
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It'll take over your feet to fit in one of my shoes
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Dunn, dunn, I make the rules that you abide by
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I'm a fly guy, you just a fly by night MC
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Your momma warned you not to fuck with me
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Your hard header, don't listen on a suicidal mission
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It's too hot inside the kitchen
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For a potato head rapper like you, not to get burned, come on
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I told you how to rhyme, it seems you still haven't learned
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How to master the basics, claim to have flavor
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But to me it sounds tasteless
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Hate a wack MC, it's safe to say that I'mma racist
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Quit the protest against a flimsy muthafucka
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Tryin to make in this B-I, in it till I D-I-E
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Like 2Pac and B.I.G., and P-O-P is who I be
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Nonchalantly destroy your whole infantry
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Gladiator, lovin GP history
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On my biz-ack, back slap ya counteract
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Hit you wit a Shaolin rap, beat the crap out ya, if it come to that
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| Like Bad Boy and No Limit, Smoke Records is in it to win it |
