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What niggas deal, they last 24 I did in the first
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Before the doctor cleaned off the afterbirth
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I kicked a verse, smoked a blunt, shooked the Earth
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Smacked the physician, and fucked the nurse
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The truth hurts, like a sword in the hand of this expert
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Cuttin through your soul, like your best friend did your dirt
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Mental like physical blows destroy ego's
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Your style is Babylonian, like dicks in assholes
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The drama unfolds, don't mean nothing up my nose
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I can't stand snow, it only blows like nitro
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Blistering, my flows I'm splittin, so I hope you listening
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Super shoutout to all my niggas in prison
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Shout to the pyramids, the cypher and scription
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Science fact not fiction, I cut with precision
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Speak multiplication, subration, addition
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Division, Great Solar Stance burns compition
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"This-this-this-this is the Showdown"
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I put you in the chicken wing like Bob Backlund,
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jack ya team captain
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Bring drama like summer night, ghetto action
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Some honies got it twisted, fat asses I mash 'em
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Cops like jewels, back in the days I snatch 'em
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You catch a tantrem, date how the raws rockin the drum
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Float like the white lotus, kill like Whitey in Vietnam
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You should peel arm, gorilla tactics like Viacom
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Set shit on fire like a bomb, up in smoke like Cheech & Chong
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True blacks too strong can't let nothin stand in my way
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Shit will get thick like Juice 60 in Friday
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In Brooklyn, kill MC's like Captain Hook your children
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To rappers I'm a villain, fill esteem wan't my secret like Samson
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Picture so hard, I stunt your grandson son
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Teleport from Coast To Coast like Spaceghost
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Like soy butter on my breakfast toast
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And when It comes to makin it nasty, I flips it the most
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"This-this-this-this-this is the Showdown"
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"This-this-this-this-this is the Showdown"
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Setting it off like pistols in the projects
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The climax hold ya six like nasty hot wet sex
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But string tech I catch wreck, ejucalate when I inject
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Not a player hatter, regulator, trick niggas get checked
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When I resurrect hip hop, you know the bullshit stop
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Like you got the oo-wop, the pops and what nots
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Fruity like Ed Koch, ya straight boo-tops, I'm top notch
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Super funky like a derelict prostitute prop
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Ya hear gun shots, the coroner shows up to take flicks
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Shit is feet, but no feet shit like chicks with dicks
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Ya throat flip too quick, to blaze magnetic
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Paramedics roll up on the scene,
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it's tragic, don't deal with Magic
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Johnson, renegade like Charles Bronson
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Packing a force like 18 Bronzemen
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Grand larson, excelent marksmen arson
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Fire, water, earth, metal, wind
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Great Solar Stance
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