One two
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Achoo
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Bless you
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I got you
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Caught you and taught you
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One two
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Achoo
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Bless you
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I got you
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Caught you and taught you
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One two
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Achoo
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Bless you
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I got you
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Caught you and taught you
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One two
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Achoo
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Bless you
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I got you
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Caught you and taught you
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Matter fact here take two
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Pits of flesh political palm picked and gone
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Spooks with uz' Ice picks blades and tools
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Listen fool the revolution Is cool
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We leave clans In pools of blood
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Let 'em all scrub to thug
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Bustin' for love and mud and bloody rugs
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Screamin' on cats we spit In your face blast back
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The spooks put politicians In bags and
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Ay yo my crew chased you down outside your compound
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Now we got you In the four point hold on the ground
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Whoop hand me that barbed wire now your arms and legs are bound
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Hey vengeance pass me that scalpel now
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Relax close your eyes as the sound of my voice penetrates
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Submission Is your only choice to avoid the pain
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'Cause I don't want no lip as I slip this microchip In your brain
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Go 'head look I know you're thinkin' who's behind me
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Oh my god It's water water and no one's ever gonna find me
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I got your brains pushin' head In the frame
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In a case not far over head of the flames
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Hangin' over the fire I know y'all hope I retire
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But all y'all gettin' Is open fire
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Ga ga spray down stay down lay down
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Y'all niggas said we was commercial what y'all gon' say now
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One two
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Achoo
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Bless you
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I got you
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Caught you and taught you
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One two
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Achoo
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Bless you
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I got you
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Caught you and taught you
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One two
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Achoo
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Bless you
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I got you
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Caught you and taught you
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One two
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Achoo
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Bless you
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I got you
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Caught you and taught you
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Rectangle sugar shane pound mc's and mangle
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Bending you back and bitch spank you
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A grammy fuck you talkin' 'bout I'm tappin' your chin
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See you at a club for no reason tap It again
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This ball bully mc's we buildin' 'em greek
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Large like Tiger Wood's teeth when chewin' on beef
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Take you 'round the block bring you back tie the knots
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He bitch man slap your whole block moms and pops
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I ain't gon' lie though brothers got a lotta bravado
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But can't back It up with the skills they playin' lotto
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With they careers when they step to me on the streets
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On stage or over beats you can't engage the heat
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From this etherial thriller mysterious serving guerilla
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Stalk you with the sick precision of a serial killer
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Record your routine I watch you from the day to the night
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Calculatin' when It might be the best time to strike
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They keep callin' my name
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Water water come smack the whack In the back
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With a louisville ax slugger
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Then slash the jugular
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Hit your back rawdog with no rubber
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He's a dirty mawfucka
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Won't last long that's what my momma turned and told my daddy when I
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Was born
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I got your neck In a noose damn right I'm flexin' my juice
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Shut your mouth nigga that's an excuse
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One two
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Achoo
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Bless you
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I got you
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Caught you and taught you
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One two
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Achoo
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Bless you
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I got you
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Caught you and taught you
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One two
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Achoo
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Bless you
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I got you
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Caught you and taught you
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One two
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Achoo
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Bless you
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I got you
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Caught you and taught you
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What which one of you manufactured rappers
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With the materialistic naive egotistical fan base
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Has the nerve to be offended
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What you gon' do dis me
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Go 'head rhyme kick a verse I dare ya
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Oh I know It scares ya
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A bangin' beat a empty room a full pen and a blank pad
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But don't get mad cause you don't know what the fuck you doin'
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Go 'head freestyle punk wait before you start
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I know somebody done told you that a freestyle's the reciting of a rhyme
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That hasn't been recorded or put on the market
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But when you write that rhyme down that's a record of the rhyme
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That rhyme's been recorded so don't even start that shit
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A true freestyle's a rhyme or verse kicked from the dome
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Simultaneous and timed to a beat
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Where mistakes are made you got bleeps and all the time
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But these are the things that makes a freestyle so unique
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From a precorded practiced or writen rhyme
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Now what you gon' do
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If your response Is I know he ain't talkin' about me
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I'm talkin' about you
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So fuck y |