Yeah come on chumps y'all ain't girl
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We pretty we hit hard we takin' over the world
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Reminiesce we takin' you back to your school days
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Hand us the mic and we flip It fifty million ways
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They don't know
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Sloppy with your flows you bore me at your shows
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Whack clothes and pitiful karaoke demos
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They don't know
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Aight you caught me stalkin' studios and stages
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Chasin' the outrageous
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Ecstatic sensations I'm tragic trapped Inside the pages
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Of melodramtic rages to dark to mention
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Over the fact most of these cats lack comprehension
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In other words they don't know
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I see'em cringin' when spooks mediate
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To penetrate the next dimension
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Ming rhymin' and singin' It spooks climbin' and bringin' It
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This black light'll swallow your shine from diamond ringin' It
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How many times must I remind the spooks Is killin' shit
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We on some thrillin' shit nothin' but hits on my disc
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And I am witness to this lyrical fitness and rip
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You still don't know so you'll be frantic as we hijack the planet
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They don't know
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We expose flows like no clothes and blow
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Chest full a holes with
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I spit stormshadow and tomes that's reminiscent of monks
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Blowin' up lungs with C4 laced In bones
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You mentally tour my rhyme book Is covered In thorns
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Some givin' a fuck some fuckin' hip hop like porn
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Bookat testin' Mc a dumb Mc I said who's the best Mc
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You said young Mc
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Let me guess you started rockin' hip hop In '88
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Naw naw man It was like It was like 19 nigga too late
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I'm smackin' up cats to back slap crack In my hand
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Bitch blood bouncin' off of your dome and splatter your van
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Remineisce we takin' you back to your school days
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Hand us the mic and we flip It fifty million ways
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They don't know
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Open up your mind and you'll find the spooks In It
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Experimentally sick pusin' the limits
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They don't know they don't know
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Shoppin' for a deal with persistance
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Initially label heads were like what Is this
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It won't get y'all from original to different
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Conceptual hip hop will be resistant
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The pendulum will swing back again
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Pass accept now follow the trend
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Hard to believe but easy to pretend
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Revolution revolution Is why we began
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They don't know they don't know
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Too many soft niggas stress try your best to same some hip shit
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Get caught up In these lyrics with me you get your wig split
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You tired of me try me can't even stand beside me
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I be havin' people you study big up and high five me
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Forty million one thousand nine hundred and sixty two
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I'm Irresistable unpredictable and so Is my crew
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Never accidental everything I do Is Intentional
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Joe Davis premeditated creative and unconventional
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A lot of truth seekers are people peepin' for secrets
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Some assembly tryin' to find my safe house
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And I got beef with everyone of you wannabe's
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Tryin' to Infiltrate my company
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You swear you know the business but actually you don't know nothin'
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Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah who dat
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It's the killer ha ha ha what
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Niggas don't hate me cause I'm fly come on
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I'm the one bankin' on driveby's yeah
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I keep pleasure packed In my clever raps
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Once I sever the track I'ma live Inside a cheddar stack
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I don't stutter once my tome shudder
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And I become the bone crusher I scream on my own mother
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What a pimp I roll with the gangsta limp
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In the cut drinkin' wine eatin' shrimp
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Yeah come on chump y'all ain't girl
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We pretty we hit hard we takin' over the world
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Remineisce we takin' you back to your school days
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Hand us the mic and we flip It fifty million ways
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They don't know
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We can see us niggas my crew Is causin' you fear
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Spooks takin' It there Industry ain't prepared
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They don't know
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They Don't Know
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