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Your shit is pop like pop rocks with joke rhymes like knock knocks
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Who got props? The kid who's rising like hot stocks
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In a bear market, watch as I spark it like a Zippo
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Emcees is hungry like hippos but ignore when I flip those
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Lyrical flapjacks your mack raps are so droll
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So as I stroll down memory lane y'all was so-so
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Wack production with no original intent
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Results in a bullshit release and the sales don't make a dent
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In the money that you're oweing so your mama's hoeing
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Try to pay the bills with no skills and no flowing
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Experience is vital but if you worshipping idols like money
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It's fucking funny how a dummy like you raps like a mummy
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Your shit is bummy, and your exterior ain't calm
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Stressing on your broke ass like broke glass from a neutron bomb
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So as you taste defeat and make to meet your maker
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I'll break a beat so take a seat you motherfucking faker
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Don't even start with me you can't dishearten me by showing me
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All the bullshit records hitting hard from artists that's blowing the
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Dick of their collective disrespective record labels
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Telling fables of large money when their ass is getting set up to be shot
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POP POP to 2 that flocked and sold some units
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The brothers behind the triggers serving their rulers like some eunuchs
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So Mista Puffy No Nuts smiled when he saw those guts
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'Cause artists make the most money when they're dead, and their family's fucked
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Who's screaming conspiracy? Not me, but please see
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Who has got the most to benefit from a bullet in an emcee?
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Do ya feel me? Nothing can save you
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'Cause this is the season of some ill ass behavior
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Fuck the set up by my producer if that happens it's suicide
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And no motherfuckas left wondering how the fuck I died
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My mouth is bitter from the nasty taste of defeat
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Put your money where your gun is, and keep that shit up off the street
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Take a seat
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Let me give you a chair for your fat ass 'cause I need to explain something
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I've been in this for years through tears heartache and bluffing
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I never got shook by an emcee with a quicker styler than me they bore me
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I be the creative one of the bunch eating suckers for lunch blah blah blah end of story
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So what's happened to the unfortunate few, the unfortunate crews that faced me
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I defaced statues of their mothers brothers and others closely related ('till they hated me)
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Then I embarass them in public with polysyllabic rhymes
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While their monochromatic topic choices get squashed in these highly developed lines
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Artists and partisans can't claim to be harder than the hardest bends and
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Twists and turns in these lyrical mazes diasporic behaviors by Laze it's
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Yet another corner of the style that Bone Thugs couldn't harmonize
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And others digging they way straight to Hell as they watch my Buddhist karma rise
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So what's the next plateau for me like Ultramag's first release
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Cure a disease? Oh brother please, been there done that and ate the feast
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My lyrics tick like sand in the hourglass and I expand these beats
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'Till they burst at the seams things ain't what they seem remember that when we meet
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Take a seat
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Take a Seat (2000 Remix)
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