[Joell Ortiz:]
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I define gutter, everytime I rhyme I climb up another notch
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Hip hop got my spine smothered
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But I'll be fine brother
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My mind hovers above all you jive suckers
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Listen, that's word to my mother
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You throw a shot at me
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I'm throwing a shot back
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Your's is on a joint
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Mine's whistling by your top hat
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Ya I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back
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Open the mac's mouth and black out like I do not rap
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I'm sick and tired of niggas lyin
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They fifth is lyin in they second drawer
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Next door to some bullshit they ironed
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Ya'll be makin up stories that them little kids be buyin
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I do everything my Penn State like a Nittany lion
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I ain't gotta mention the streets on this song
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To get in a nigga ass on these beats like a thong, pause
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Veterans co-sign me, the up and coming scared
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The pretty girls go? gPapi here's my underwear...
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Never in a hundred years I thought I'd be a rapper
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But in less than a hundred bars I knew I'd be a factor
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I'm PS4 in HD and the screen is plasma
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You're Atari 2600 with a weak adapter
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Between us the gap's so crazy
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I'm Gucci, Louis V, you're Gap, Old Navy
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I get coochie in the V, you attract no ladies
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You're suburb, I'm gutter where it make cat's go crazy
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[Nino Bless:]
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Fuck a lecture, ain't tryin to be Pun's sucessor
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That term's done fucka, what up whatever
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You bird's is food
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I'm about to pluck some feathers, I'm young and clever,
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Plus, clutch under pressure, yup! who does this better?
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Walk around with metal all on me like the front of Shredder
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I lust for cheddar, you owe me
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Leave holes in your vest that'll open your chest like a sunken treasure
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I'm somethin' like a phenomenon
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Droppin' bombs for fun then dining in hell during Ramadan
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Whatever I'm rhymin' on, or whoever I tear em apart
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Swear on my pops, no fear in my heart
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Shit, been through it all
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Done swam with the sharks, snapped fins with my jaws
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I'm all that, and a bag of the baddest piff
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Off a brick of hash mixed with acid hits
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Like sick cracker shit
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Get back dumb birds I ignore the hype
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Click clack, Yung Berg if you flossin ice
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Dog, cross me twice, can't afford the price
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It'll cost you, I'll off your life
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You soft, I told you I'm raw white
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When I'm on this mic, the mourn at Knight
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Don't wanna see mornin' light
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And I feel like I'm forced to fight
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When the chips are down like Ponch fallin' of his bike
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Of course my metaphors are type awesome, right
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I got em in awe, my aura's Jordan like
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What's really poppin', who's diddy boppin'
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You was a willy
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Now you all Common and really conscious
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I ain't with that silly nonsense
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I really pop shit
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My gun stay cocked like Biggie's optics
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I stay evolvin, but grown bitter
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On your grave they carvin? gfucked with the wrong nigga...
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[Crooked I:]
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I don't write I kill a pen leak his blood on the page
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I breathe bars, like oxygen locked my lungs in a cage
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Instrumentals get fucked on the stage, a pedophile
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Unless I dig in the crates, and fuck with somethin my age
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Forever vow to never smile when I'm at peace
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Only when I'm eatin' the deceased like kiesh
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Only when my enemies eternal organs are a smorgasborg in the feast
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The dahmer with melanin and let em in the belly of the beast
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You'll be missin' till fisherman see your corpse
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I'll be in Michigan stickin' a chickin
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In my Michelin ready to pigeon pitch again
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From Switzerland to New York
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I was whippin' Bently's before them pictures up in the Source
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I'm a gorilla behind these bars, on some zoo shit
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Shoot you while you're talkin, on some news camera crew shit
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Sicker then flying in past tense, on some flu shit
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Day old asshole flow, I drop new shit
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Exclusive, you don't want it in fact
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I'll have the doctors operating on the front of your back
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Tryin to keep your stomach intact
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The spiritual you, leavin your body he don't wanna go back
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That's when the tunnel go black
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I'll send your soul to the atmosphere
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Fuck outta here, and your ring tone rap career
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It's Crooked I, the face of east side Long Beach
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Put your ear to the street, so you can hear my heartbeat
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[Royce Da 5'9":]
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| I hope niggas kno |
