(Intro)
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Some believers speculate
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New theories have evolved to explain the legend
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Known to emerge from the deep waters of the three rivers
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Thought to have become extinct fifty five million years ago
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Yet people still see the Rapness Monster
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(Verse)
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I'm up early in the mornin' like a field cropper
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Brain stormer, I'm a natural born shit popper
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Spark my jeans and wake the whole house
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Like it's a pot of vultures
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Movin' like and army platoon, lots of soldiers
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M-16's aimed above yo shoulders
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Keep the motor runnin', my lil hommie Slumpy Mover
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I learned that from Gotti and Govana
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I hook off on a nigga like I'm Rocky Marciano
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Flee from the scene in the Avocado, El Dorato
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Hit the hood to grab some weed, already have a half a bottle
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I wha, I, just have to hit the club and bag a model
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Least a bitch that got potential, I take her home to meet my momma
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Nigga, tell 'em niggas kill 'em noise and keep the drama
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I adorn to extra things, I try to see some extra commas
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I'm takin' notice, my moves under the telescope
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Ya heart sound like Sasquatch under my stethoscope
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Put the needle on the track and I bet it's dove
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Fiddled in yo veins, don't believe me cause I said it's dope
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Give a nigga goosebumps, like his reference spoke
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The sag-whites and veggie bacon, neva the yella yokle
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I need my protein, I don't do no lean
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But this Cali Chronic might be stronger than Codeine
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Everyday I'm gettin' heavily sedated
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Pittsburg's best rapper, that shit heavily debated
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Still be in the trenches if I neva woulda made it
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But the neva say neva's quite clever
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It's neva say wrong under right weathers
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How much justice to my element? Whateva
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Watch the legend live foreva
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Drop the base, stayn treble
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(Interlude: talking)
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(Verse)
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I done got accustomed to the muddy waters
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Tell your sons and daughters
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Careful at night time, the monster might run up on ya
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I be lurkin' under the moonlight
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Hear the wolves howlin', know it's prey out there
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Might be a food fight
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I bury you cock-a-roaches till the tomb tight
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God bless the dead, gazoontight
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You won't catch me with yo latest inventions
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I be right in abund' in they nose, they ain't payn attention
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Power of the solar, feel the vibrations, we communicate in sonar
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Can't even hear it
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If yo mind and yo body ain't in touch wit yo spirit
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Most people see my shadow and be scared to come near it
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I'm like the hermit of the wilds, crow by the feast
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Oceany black link and hella black clouds
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And when I'm on the prowl, you neva hear me growl
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Cause when it's time to attack, these rappers bittin' my style
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I don't fuck with territorial invaders
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Get yo vessel tipped ova tryna be a crusader
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Nigga, bet the gator prolly get ya until you swim ashore
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This a swamp no man has eva been befo'
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Tales of the encryption, a footprint in the sand is my only description
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Rapness Monster
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| Boaz |
