Feat. Crooked I, Nino Graye, Flawless the MC
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(Verse: Crooked I)
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Look, how many beats I gotta put in the casket
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Before you understand instrumentals get their ass kicked?
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I'm that sick, I'm a backwards cased basket
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I'm a basket case, nigga, irate bastard
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And I'm strapped, bitch, a ball hog in the hood
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So don't talk to me about that ghetto pass shit
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This nigga's past it, my clique is massive
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And fuck spittin' acid if I haven't written classics
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Steady reppin' the West, while Cali rappers say that's played out
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You niggas' based out
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Type of niggas we leave laid out
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Throwin' up a dub, stompin' your face out
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That's for the life that you ain't 'bout
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You niggas' marks like Zuckerberg and Sanchez
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Listenin' to every fuckin' word that a fan says
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I think you boys' soft
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I think a real fan wanna hear that real shit, if not, turn my voice off
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It's Crooked
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(Hook)
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You are now consumed by the dark side
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So welcome to the belly of the beast
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All my niggas eat MC's up for lunchtime
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And we'll never be ready for the peace
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This is for all y'all bitchass snitch niggas
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That front and always tellin' the police
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Ain't no place in this world you can run or hide
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To escape the belly of the beast
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(Verse: Flawless the MC)
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Call me Spartacus, In this art I'm just a martyr, plus
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I hit hard as a car crash with a charter bus
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Y'all just anonymous, don't even try to start a fuss
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Because I'm large enough to step down, crushin' you all to dust
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Flaw's the illest and I put that on my daughters cause
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I'm hungry, like the effect I get that marijuana does
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In this game, you'll be the harbleless
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So even with Stan Lee fightin' Marvin Hagler, you couldn't marvel us
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I'm flippin' off everyone who scoffed at my shit and tock
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Cause I'm a time bomb with a tickin' clock, and the shit just stopped
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So if I'm pissed or I'm blowin' up like a blistered pop
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It's just hip-hop is infested with posers like a picture op
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So you can go on and kick up rocks
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I'll bet it all, you couldn't set it off with fireworks hooked to Vivica Fox
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See when I hitch I'll split your knot
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Cause I'm fucked up and cold like I eat Dippin' Dots topped with a liquor shot
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(Hook)
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You are now consumed by the dark side
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So welcome to the belly of the beast
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All my niggas eat MC's up for lunchtime
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And we'll never be ready for the peace
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This is for all y'all bitchass snitch niggas
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That front and always tellin' the police
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Ain't no place in this world you can run or hide
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To escape the belly of the beast
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(Verse: Nino Graye)
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Spit my flows like I'm walkin' around with the Alzheimers
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I ain't worried 'bout these small-time rhymers, who?
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No imagery and no substance, gimmicky
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Young and seein' victories like witnessing Christopher Reeves runnin'
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They'll never take number one, these suckers silicone titties
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They just look good fakin' and frontin'
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They ain't been strugglin', hustlin', pockets with nearly nothin' in 'em
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Fuckin' sick and tired, prayin' somethin' was gonna finally give in
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Spit 'caine, every 16, raw is on display
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They'll stick veins, pick up a CD, put it on and hit play
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I'm a think tank, you know what this means, stay out my kin' way
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We shot callin', blockin' your entry, nickname Dikembe
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'Bout that time, we drawin' the fuckin' line
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Bullshit stops here and y'all on the other side
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Nino Graye one of the elite, almighty brotherhood
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Midwest royalty, just so we all understood
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(Hook)
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You are now consumed by the dark side
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So welcome to the belly of the beast
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All my niggas eat MC's up for lunchtime
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And we'll never be ready for the peace
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This is for all y'all bitchass snitch niggas
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That front and always tellin' the police
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Ain't no place in this world you can run or hide
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To escape the belly of the beast
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(Verse: Canibus)
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Zuckerberg, I heard you're a sucker for words
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Plus you're a perv, the facts just emerged
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Sensitive data denial
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Get shot on YouTube or go viral, so how did they find you?
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Concussion after confession, gold fever, old school westerns
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In any group, I'm the loneliest member
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Thoroughbred stallion, Jamaican, mountain music
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They named him, 'til they cut his legs off and framed him
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Step into that digital vortex
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The scorned vet judged by generations that ain't even born yet
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Read faster than most talk
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Write slower than the aardvark walks and squints with the card sharks
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A room full of mad professors who study language forensics
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Interdependent on phonetic directions
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Quick draw, aggressive, really am I on the offensive?
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I'm just a Marlboro man from Memphis
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Surrounded by firewalls, strong defenses
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On Mars with ice cubes and Natasha Henstridge
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Canibus
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(Hook)
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You are now consumed by the dark side
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So welcome to the belly of the beast
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All my niggas eat MC's up for lunchtime
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And we'll never be ready for the peace
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This is for all y'all bitchass snitch niggas
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That front and always tellin' the police
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Ain't no place in this world you can run or hide
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To escape the belly of the beast
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Wreck Room
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