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Ahh.. now I be drillin MC's
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when my lyrics spill like Valdez, oil
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Bubble and toil, the brew without the bitches
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I'm wicked as the witches
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Hittin hard as switches
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Once again, Ms. Big Britches
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Uhh, uhh, I'm puttin my weight down
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Who's gonna take DOWN, one hundred seventy-five, POWWWW
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Break a sucker down to dust, ah-hah
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Do what I must *inhale* oooh what a rush
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Now hush, someone's callin my name (RAAAAAGE!)
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The only girl to knock you out the frame
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Call me Mrs. Butter-cause-I'm-worth it, I work shit
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overtime, definitely blow your mind
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when the instruments become mental (I what?)
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I flow through the dental frame, cock back and take aim
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All you cavity creeps, the baddest to be
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Start static with me, it's definite catastrophe on MC's
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Sheeeyit, Super Supreme
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When it's time to let off steam, I'm a microphone fiend
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'phone fiend, Super Supreme, Afro Queen
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Ahh..
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Now.. I..
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Breaks them down to their very last compound
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when I come stompin on the ground
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My territory, I mark it
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like dogs pissin on trees, umm, don't piss me off because
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(why?) I might go off baby
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Flow from the larynx
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Take a puff and blow MC's like clarinets
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I ride beats like a Yama'
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Cause more drama than your baby's momma, PAUSE like comma, HAH
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Right in your face it's, live and direct, the
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lyrical murderer, you best +Protect Ya Neck+
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You can Inspectah Deck over the hills
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I don't fake Jacks, I'm not yo' everyday Jill
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My, Shadz of Lingo, got more flavor than Pringles
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I, shoot the gift, more swifter than Kris Kringle
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You talk about, gettin with me, miss me
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cause you'll be left misty blue
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shit your drawers, piss em too, HEYYYYY
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Suckers get dumped in my dungeon
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MC's hard as tress, but I'ma play Paul Bunyan
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Chop chop, like an axe, my vocals stickin like thumbtacks
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Ha hah hah, don't try to mock me cause my voice is on wax
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It's, fireproof and that's the God's honest truth
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Hard as a brick (*UTFO sample*) "Bite it!" and it'll break your tooth
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or teeth chief, and that's the end of the beef, chew it
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Cause I don't see a damn thing that you can do with it
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Sheeyit, Super Supreme
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When it's time to let off steam, I'm a microphone fiend
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'phone fiend, Super Supreme hah, Afro Queen
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Ahh.. definitely rough..
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Now I gets sick like chlamydia from here to Syria
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Drip burnin lyrics like venereal diseases
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Strategic procedures (done at the what) done at the leisure
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More +Flavor+ than Khadeija, inject you with my anaesthesia
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Break them down to one cell like an amoeba
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ARRI-VAH.. derci, you crab MC's irk me (ungule vato) but
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I'm known as a heavyweight, my grandmother
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told me to clean everything off my plate when I ate, so I
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Crunch'n'Munch, on you suckers out to lunch
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Definitely hittin em with the hardness
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that'll leave em all punch drunk, uh-huh
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I'm rated top choice
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with a grip on the mic like Royce Gracy
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Ultimate champion, stand +Alone+ like +Acey+
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Takes me about a sec to catch wreck (so what?)
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So you can play like Rex and go fetch cause I'm too high tech
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So once again (UHHHH!) let's break it down to the nitty
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You used to be the shit, but now you're just plain SHITTY
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Hah, now, I leave you, with a mouth full of lumps
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like the mumps, never play me like chumps; +Punk+
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Hah, +Jump Up to Get Beat Down+, see now
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Lyrical murderer, still R-A-G now, E now, sheeyit
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Super Supreme
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When it's time to let off steam, I'm a microphone fiend
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'phone fiend, Super Supreme hah, Afro Queen
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Ahh.. definitely rough..
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Uhh, sheeyit, Super Supreme
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When it's time to let off steam, I'm a microphone fiend
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'phone fiend, Super Supreme hah, Afro Queen
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Ahh.. definitely rough..
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Sheeyit, Super Supreme
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Uhh, sheeyit, microphone fiend
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'phone fiend, Super Supreme hah, Afro Queen
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Ahh.. definitely rough..
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Sheeyit, Super Supreme
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Uhh, sheeyit, microphone fiend
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'phone fiend, Super Supreme hah, Afro Queen
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Ahh.. definitely rough..
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Sheeyit
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Super Supreme
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The Lady Of Rage |