[Verse 1:]
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On your mark get set go
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The rest flow is just S-O S-O
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So am I the best I guess so
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I rhyme like my ribs and my stomach touchin
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Gain pounds on these clowns like a hundred somethin
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Behold the prophecy peep
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The mold in my philosophy deep
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Contemplate crime playing for keep
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Elevate and reconstruct got rhymes that erupt
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From my brain and then they drain right into a cup
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From which I drink then I think deeper in and it'll sink
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From a dark hall in my skull and then into ink
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That's a old school metaphorical phrase
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I shit, shower and shave
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Then it's time to get paid get out of the way
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I'm like a bat out of hell how I'm hitting these hoes
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You swear a nigga just got out of jail
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I'm a MC slash stick up kid
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Ask Bishop all the shit I did
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I ain't playing with'em
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[Chorus: x2]
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When I spit the room temperature change
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I am what many consider a spitter of flames
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When I spit the room temperature change
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What niggas done did to the game the shit is a shame
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[Verse 2:]
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We could discuss disgust plus lust and what it does to us
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Not only bust cause I must I bust cause I love the rush
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Plus checks that I collect to bust techs at suspects
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Marksmen in the linen we don't come off as roughnecks
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Sick sick sick sick sick shit
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The flow is flowing fluid like liquid
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Even jamaicans be saying my shit wicked
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Ya'll should believe me I shoudln't even have to kicked shit
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But look you still lying in your raps and
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Always acting like you dying for some action
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But we really know you not though
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You not no vato loco you a twat bro for sho
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I'm a get rich or die tryin like fifty
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Even if I gotta do something that tight risky
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Pass me the hen bitch I don't like wisky
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My gun snap crackle and pop like rice crispy
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 3:]
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I flex on your entire set rhyme in nine different dialects
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Fire techs aim where your knee and your thigh connects
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I contracting like isometric exercise
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Let's collide last nigga that tried molecular fried
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Beside I can see in your eyes you petrifried
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I'm a let you slide without a lyrical hex supply
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Let's decide niggas fall short like a midget on a ball court
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Coming with that wack rap that store bought
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[Chorus x2]
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Spit
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| Saigon |
