Fierce, I travel across seas on glaciers
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Four shoguns that got fucked by geishas
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Still gracious, still able to twist out darts
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Just grew tougher skin for swimming with them sharks
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Broken ankle, fucking with the wallabee clarks
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Got them bitches still screaming my name
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"Waddup Starks?" I'm a bone-crusher
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Ox'll split your face like a Dutch Master
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No more mixes, polar bears from Alaska
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With sharkskin Air Max's and igloos of ice
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Rocks clumped up like overcooked rice
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I'm nice, you the reason why the game went soft
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Bland niggas I come through and season your broth
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Like Mr. Dash, I blast, I'm a Menace like Dennis
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Young Ghost, in the bathroom a six month sentence
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Rehabilitated, back in the yard, flying heads
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With barbed wires, stay tying niggas to beds
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Everybody get paid
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Everybody get laid
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All these bitches dirty
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Everybody got AIDS
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Everybody get played
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Everybody get sprayed
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Everybody do what I say
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Everybody my maids
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P crack selling, black felon
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That clap rat tat tat tat tat melons
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Some thugs, one gun, one slug
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Shot-caller, like, "Yo let me speak to young Mugs"
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Listen, it's Mandela, pal
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I grab whack MCs, I smack 'em hella hard
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I kill niggas with the birdy blick banger
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My Wu-Tang niggas call me the 36th Chamber
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Lyrical miracle spiritual rap dudes
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Get smacked off their skateboard for not paying rap dues
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P, call me the gatekeeper
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Break heaters on your face, smoking laced cheeba
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Laced Cheeba
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Andrew Kelley |