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Verse One:
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You wanna front, what?
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Jump up and get bucked
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If you're feeling lucky duck
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Then press your luck
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I snatch fake gangsta MC's and make em faggot flambe
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Your nine spray, my mind spray
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Malignant mist steadily pumps the funk
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The results you're a gang stuffed in a car trunk
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You couldn't come to the jungles of the East poppin that game
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You won't survive get live catchin wreck is our thing
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I don't gang bang or shoot out bang bang
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The relentless lyrics the only dope I slang
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I'm a true master you can check my credentials
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Cuz I choose to use my infinite potentials
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Got a freaky, freaky, freaky-freaky flow
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Control the mic like fidel castro locked cuba
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So deep that you can scuba dive/my jive
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Origin is unknown like the Jubas
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I've accumulated honies all across the map
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Cuz I'd rather bust a nut then bust a cap in
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Ya back in fact my rap snaps ya sacroilliac
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I'm the mack so i don't need to tote a Mac
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My attack is purely mental and its nature's not hate
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It's meant to wake ya up out of ya brainwashed state
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Stagnate nonsense but if you persist
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You'll get ya snotbox bust you press up on this
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I flip hoes dip none of the real niggas slip
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You don't know enough math to count the mics that I ripped
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Keep the Dirty Rotten Scoundrel as his verbal weapons spit
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Verse Two:
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Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
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Every time i pick up the microphone i drug it
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Unplug it on chumps with the gangsta babble
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Leave your nines at home and bring your skills to the battle
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You're rattlin' on and on and ain't sayin nothing
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That's why you got snuffed when you bump heads with Dirty Rotten
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Have you forgotten, i'll tap you [jaw]
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I also kick like kung fu flicks by run run shaw
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Made frauds bleed every time I g'd
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Cuz i've perfected my drunken style like sam seed
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Pseudo psychos i play like Michael
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Jackson when i'm bustin ass and breakin backs
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Inhale the putrified aroma
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Breathe too deep and you'll wind up coma-
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tose the king i'm hard like a fifth of vodka
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And bring your clique cuz i'm a hard rock knocka
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I gotcha, out on a limb i'm about to push you off the brink
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Let you draw your craw but you burnin' shot breaks
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When the East is in the house you should come equipped
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Verse Three:
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Fly like a jet sting like a hornet
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Knuckleheads get live and set it off if you want it
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Dirty rotten scoundrels is crushin fools no joke
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With styles more fatal than second hand smoke
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Don't provoke the wrath of this rhyme inventor
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Cuz I blow up spots like the world trade center
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Come with the super trooper on his assault mission
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The tech's technique cuz he's a technician
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Wishin he'll go away won't help the weapons stop
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The skills are shot cuz any idiot can let off a glock
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Hard rock smellin the clutch of this untoucha
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You claim you got beef on the streets so whatcha
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Gonna do when real niggaz roll up on you
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And you don't got your crew
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Pull your glock but you don't got the heart
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You was webbed straight from the start
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Bought a tool and didn't learn how to use it
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Got lost in Brooklyn so you had to lose it
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Just for frontin you got that ass waxed
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Come Clean
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Jeru the Damaja |