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My off the hook look, leaves my competitors shook
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No matter what groups you book, I still jam like Sam Cooke
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Took a whole click out, and had the soundman flippin
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kickin wicked freestyle to shit on niggaz with the writtens
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Check my computer type graphics, niggaz get they ass kicked
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quick if they try to flip like ashes, I'm
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never passive, as is, yo you see the flow yo what happened
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Check out them niggaz rappin
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The clap of the crowd be showin me love like Cupid
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Loop it back, shit slams like I dished off to Shaq
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My crew stay strapped with battle raps on cap
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We ready to clap on chaps who make up half you sucker rap acts
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I'm intact with facts, MC's can't compete with these treats
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And Shawn J P. with the beats, unleash
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talents, balance, styles extra-ordinary
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with the vocabulary, no other buries
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We know schematics on rapper's theatrics
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Only a few can freak status, Artifacts techniques
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can freak from here to Dalls, leavin you to clean up
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like Alice, shit's thick like smoke from out the chalice
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The weak we em-barr-ass, showin no pity on your city
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We either play you live or have you taped in like MIDI (who)
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The Brick City Committee comin through a nigga soundset
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This round's for all our niggaz that didn't get down yet
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Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
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From off the back of the bus, the 31 Bumrush
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Crews we breeze through, you don't know, you need to
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tell the soundman, don't touch nothin but the EQ
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(repeat 2X)
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Deafenin, lethal weapon steppin with the props
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Seekin through your sale racks and peepin all mall cops
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In to win, tall like, Paul Bunyan, the bass line's drummin
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Meanin that the Notty Headed Nigguz comin
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Lights, camera! Act like you wanna bring the dra-ma
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I make it hotter than all of Atlanta, ready to act up
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My Hooterville upbringin is swingin upon ya son
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Gunnin for your under the name of Tame One
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Yo, eyes focused, lips ready to toke it
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You'll choke on my skit, your dilemma is to quit
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flip scripts, who's the winner takin out all beginners
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in an instant, my style's polished and stain resistant
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The E&J sipper blunt ripper nigga flips your bitch ass
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With better effects, we go to war like George Lu-cas
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Toucan Sam and we be the Mister Man simply put
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Your twelve inch could barely make a foot
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We got bombs, my momma told me no when I was younger
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but I told her, "I don't cry on no shoulders I'm a soldier"
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Let me show ya, how we can rock a crowd like Ayatollah
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Check the folder (here we go check it out right now)
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Now you got the scoop, check the Guess troop low
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On the chest, niggaz still use the word fresh blessed
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You see the structure, builder, constructer
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Bust a, nother with the skills that I muster
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Up touche you check the rhyme forte
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Artifacts, Tame One, and MC El the Sensai
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Chorus
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