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Sample: I want you to know the power of the underground
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Sample: Man, I've seen some serious shit
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Kory Calico:
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Ayo my crew is simply, tryin' to blow like Lewinsky
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Without internships, burnin' shit like faulty furnaces
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Concerned with this? Your shit's like ??? turnin' tricks
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No question, couldn't fake it if I was pro-wrestlin'
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Leave my foes restin' in less than 24 seconds
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Trained in the deadliest guerilla war methods
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In actuality, my rhymes would blind y'all, verbal brilliance
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Calico got shine like Pine-Sol, define all
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A lyricist, with superior genetic attributes
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When I spit, your rhymes look laughable, I blast your crew
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Into oblivion, lyrics hotter than Caribbean
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Islands, criss-crossin' the Meridian
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Ayo I bomb spots, to set it like alarm clocks
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With lyrics hotter than television sets at pawn shops
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Beyond hot, aint shit y'all can tell me
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You couldn't step to me doing a fraternity helming
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DJ KNO-MERCY:
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Ayo, I touch more heads than Selsun Blue
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Runni' shit even when I'm drunk just like Boris Yeltsen do
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Melt your crew, thermo-nuclear device
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And my shit's so nice, my anus won a Nobel Peace prize
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Do you see these guys rappin'? And do you know what would happen
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If we started clappin' at wack men?
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Blowin' shit up like disintary ignitions
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You couldn't be on top in the missionary position
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I'm splittin', every intention of wack rappers to injure this
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Leavin' these hermaphrodite emcees genderless
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I'm sendin' this blast through your faulty armor
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You gets no ass, I cut chicken heads like poultry farmers
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I'll quote your Momma, you'll never be shit
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Got you shook, like an epileptic skinhead at Freaknik
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I freak shit, fuck bein' jiggy
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Cause beatin' you is like a new Puff Daddy video, no Biggie
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El Juba:
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El Juba's a Continuum foot soldier, in one grand chord
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Got body, we utter automatic machine metaphors
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Let a war break out, Continuum take out
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The target, with bullets we blast, like Marcus
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Madness, burst your brain we the hardest
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Spar, flash through the fog and burn darkness
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Escalate the conflict like a solo nigga
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Shot from my cosmic glock like Han Solo
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Calico, peeler, scout, dolo, no scrambler,
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Ruggah, Turrizt, Marc, Kno, Starhh, Jugga, attack
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These are the times that test loyalties
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Of company we kept before bonus and royalties
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Advance me, past these antsy fancy-ass crooks
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With blunt contracts and dirty books passed
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Flirty girlies hit herbs with murda looks
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Warrick Dunn, run NFL, we lick shots then we shook the beats
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That took the peace of mind, from me and mine
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Out in the field, out in th real
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Chaos and pain and law
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They wanna show us who's boss
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But the cost was the Molotov bombs that we tossed like "BOOM!"
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Jugga the Bully:
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We head formal league divisions
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You couldn't see Continuum if you tested phototype lenses in Ciba vision
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Your rhymes need revision
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Some editorial, my victim list reads like the Vietnam vet memorial
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Find your name, your time is game
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You rhyme in vain through weed clouds, I shine in rain
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And dim the darkness, emcees get run down like I'm passin'
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The times on their low-rent apartments
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I flow liquid, boilin' rhymes 'til they turn into steam
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Stream-of-consciousness, burnin' your team
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Diffusin' through, abusing crews
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Leaving students bruised cruisin' in Borg ships, amused by you Rubix cubes
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Can you solve it? Probably not
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Jugga revolves with planet gravitational pull
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The Earth hault to elevate like my prose pole-vaulted
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Dissolve kids in acidic solvents, thoughts get altered
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Like pants' hems, fuck y'all anthems
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Targeted for artists by the FDA, for servin' raw shit
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It aint my fault, bitch, I warned y'all, I'm hydrochloric
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Digital, Kno made the .WAV files with Tidal Forces
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Tidal Forces
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| Jugga the Bully |
