[Intro:]
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It's like, it's like this
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Word up, knowhutI'msayin? One time for your mind, y'knowI'msayin?
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Yo, from upstate to Brooklyn, the whole borough's thorough
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You know the time, y'knowI'msayin?
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Crown Heights, to all my niggas holdin it down
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It's hardcore, B-boy rhymes just for you, y'knowI'msayin?
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(L-A-W, this might trouble you) This is Sharief, y'knowI'msayin?
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Puttin it down for the Aftermath like this
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[Verse One: Sharief]
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As I inhale the blunt and take a sip off the yac
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My rhymes come to life, my verbal forces attack
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Can't hold me back, I'm too strong, I waited too long
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Freestyle a whole rap tape then write a new song
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Been in the game since...what? That shit is past tense
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Pass the microphone and watch this nigga crack the C
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with that ill shit, I came to kill shit
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I crack the code, must be the reason they reveal shit
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But in this era of mayhem
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I recyc' the murderous rhymes to slay them
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To all my opponents who wanna kick it, I spark
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the verbal scientist in your title, I'm walkin wit it
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A hundred dime pieces and the party got the heaters
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I shine my verbal styles and got niggas climbin on speakers, the thrill
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seekers
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An earthquake of bass lines swangin the party, I'm slangin the mic
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like a syllable shotty, sippin 40's
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[Chorus:]
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Check it out y'all, L-A-W's raw
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L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon
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L-A-W, this might trouble you
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For all the B-boys and all the B-gals
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Check it out now, L-A-W's raw
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L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon
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L-A-W, this might trouble you
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For all the B-boys and all the B-gals
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[Verse Two: Sharief]
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Bona fide B-boy, biceps' bionic
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Blast em back, okay let's get it started
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Original rap styles comin from my shooter
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Fifty niggas deep, I'm the ill kid recruiter
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People gather round, check my flow
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listen too, look take a peek, time for thought then you know
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(What they know?)
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I build with skill, fulfill the drill and still then kill
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You couldn't stop the pain with Benadryl
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Too many claim unnamed for fame
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or be soft as baby tissue with no gun to aim
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I take a raptor's rough cuz I'lla date the semen
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Spectators be sayin they can't go where he went
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That's another level of attack (haa), bring your bats
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My DJ scratch the record like a scrotum sack
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I slice the rapper like a surgeon
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If he wanna battle, I play him out like a priest in a turban
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Too much tenacity, vocal capacity
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Ya better take some notes, don't try to get on after me
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Cuz I'm the chemical enemical
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Rhymes I say are definitely guaranteed to reach the pinnacle
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[Chorus:]
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Check it out y'all, L-A-W's raw
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L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon
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L-A-W, this might trouble you
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For all the real players and all the fly girls
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Check it out now, L-A-W's raw
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L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon
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L-A-W, this might trouble you
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For all the real players and all the fly girls
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[Verse Three: Sharief]
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Feelin the metronome click, my microphone's on
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It's time to kiss Sharief to perform
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Ya lukewarm, my degrees be uncharted in the centre of fight square
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I rum brass knuckle rhymes fuckin with crimes
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I'm natural as loaded dice, understand
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where no man survives, L.A.W. can
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Transform, I see it ain't even worth ya triggers
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I'm from the days when B-boys were straight earthin niggas
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Standin my arms crossed, toss a grenade
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rein-force my zone as a lyrical barricade
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You better cuz your dome piece blown
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Release chrome beats, nuclear missiles rhymes under my comb
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Three strikes marks the villian bustin rhymes
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like shots in Sarajevo Saturday night blood be spillin
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Some I slaughter such as *?two compel?* blows
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Crush your corny kids caught stumblin on my shells, so
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sick, too quick, I stab you with some shit
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Doin infinite assault these hard lyrics I commit
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When I crush your lungs, I keep my pace uptempo
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Swingin my prison rhymes, fuckin mics like a nympho
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[Chorus:]
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Check it out y'all, L-A-W's raw
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L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon
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L-A-W, this might trouble you
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For all the real hustlas across the world
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Check it out now, L-A-W's raw
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L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon
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L-A-W, this might trouble you
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