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(Imani)
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"None of that's true"
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We do it not you
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That' why I got you
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stuck on
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to my style like glue!
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The crew
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definitely is back again
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but I'm back to win
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so just tell a friend
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that I'm still
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twisting and bending
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minds and rhymes until the very end
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with the rhymes
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and the loops
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stomping out wack troops
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in my big black boots
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collecting respect and the loot!
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From the way I grab the microphone
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and execute, "iahp's" think I'm cute
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(Bootie Brown)
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(SAY WHAT?)
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Yo man, I pay them no
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attention I stay deep into
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the cut cause I leave the
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tricks alone cause my name
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is not David Copper-Filled
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pockets, never net a man
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who don't hate it
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so let it be stated
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niggas couldn't fade it with an
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edit,
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and Xerox M.C.'s
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are pathetic, they tryin' to
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duplicate but their comin'
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out synthetic
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the name is Bootie Brown and phony M.C.'s forget
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it.
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(X2)
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Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
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Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
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Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
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We do it this way
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We do it this way
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(Fatlip)
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I step toward the MIC grinnin'
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the lyrical imperial award winnin'
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rhymes like a balloon that got a pin in it
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because my shit be poppin'
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like gin & juice I seduce these iahps to get
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loose
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when I'm droppin'
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these rhymes on drums
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like my nigga Def Jef
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my style is more unknown than what happens
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after death
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I come fresh like your breath after your brush
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wack MC's like that orange soda got crushed
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(Slim Kid3)
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Well it's apparent that many
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are so transparent you
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can't believe ya eyes when
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ya starin it's ghostly and
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mostly the wise who
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yeah they just run these games
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before ya eyes to tell you
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lies framed in gold glitter
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for many moons I've been
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a go getter took miles of
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manure from the purest bullshitters
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now them mutha fuckas ain't wit us
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to get us
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m-walk shake the cut through their
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neutro-transmitter
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(X2)
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Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
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Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
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Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
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We do it this way
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We do it this way
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(Imani)
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You must respect me
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because I come directly from my internal
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while my eternal
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infernos steadily towering
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and over-powering
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all sour sounding wishin' wishy-washy
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competition
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definitely wack and lackin'
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and stable ammunition
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change ya mission
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men and listen
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my way your salutations
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get no validations
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just rejections and ejections
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outta my Hitachi
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(Slim Kid3)
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Come on and taste the real
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step on inside and confide
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in the feel I reside
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by steel waters just a gear
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on the wheel no fear on
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the steel just a son of Jiva
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who won't leave my field
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Pharcyde
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