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[Bigg Jus]
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I swing boomerangs and murder air attacks
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Blow out busted internet access info out your back
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Clip cut you off I'm too advanced for your little cause
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Pole position my verbal contact no life support
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We'll maintain position lift off to ignition
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Frequency feedback provide ammunition
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The brain cells panic sell two tons of the IQ
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When the energy starts to fornicate that's when I punch through
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All type hard rock tracks that's hard to the max
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It's spacey like mixing up angel dust and crack
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Yo wait a God damned pagan minute, then pause on that
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My styles the man like the Ku Klux Klan be from deep down south
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Don't let one of these little emcees get lost on the wrong route
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Catch a Mississippi Burning fuck that then catch an arson
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Land mines, destruction, Far Rockaway to Carson
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You couldn't locate my synthy format using LoJack
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Bitch I'm all that
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Scratch the bed numbers straight off your girls' back
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In fact black the injection of my lethal status
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Will ultimately break all beats down into antimatter
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You couldn't hang if you was bit by a radioactive spider
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I'm intrigued, your lackluster broken charted style
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Is unkempt and wild causing mayhem
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The battle rhymer mixed with tonic and El-P is fucking lethal
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Like a African disease killer people
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And it's true I'm messing with your whole crew till you're bogling
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Cause your style is now off with a blast of the force
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It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters
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The Krazy Kings these thinking caps be sparking tags quick x4
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It's been rated combustible
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Computer animated T2
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Winds up enzyme fractal poly-residue
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When taking away what little time that I got
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The mind view in energy oxen I pick the combination spot
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When in 1985 they injected me with props
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Ten years of misdirected blacks killing, I'm back on the block
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Recuperating from the never-ending bloodshed of the war
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Though my pockets remain empty, my soul remains pure
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Retained it exists laid a whole education
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For the new rebirth of a super space station
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Practicing the science of shooting the planets from a distance
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While escaping without conscience of existence
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Or would be laws no matter how much I resistance
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From somewhere wicked in the West this way comes
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It seems that we underestimated Satan once again
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Time marches on but some and then some blends
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Into the recess of all starving no content
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All for the form of better communication
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I bet you wish you could eliminate the whole lower class population
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I be the fund raiser for my own expedition
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A pro-black family mind reconditioning
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For the multi-colored Pumas are no longer the flavor
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Unless you're one of those techno transient jungle ravers
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It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters
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The Krazy Kings be thinking caps and sparking tags quick x4
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I strike a match for you two dollar MC's that can't burn
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This is for your own concern
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I burn images in retinas for all you bitches faking
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You couldn't download my multi-disk without penetrating
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Complex quotes set to explode off of impact
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But it sees to that disco boogie mayhem dance track
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Lookie bitch at poetry that's on track like a bookie
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More heads be jocking my shit than a droptop at dookie
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Peep this, put together the form into pieces
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That form the eight steps for your mind increases
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Another ass whipping slashing my burn to pieces
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It's mad bogus, I'm fading in and out of focus
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Cock shoot cops tax me, I'm taxing you
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My gunshots scream nerve wracking, heads is pushing through
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Intensity, I booby-trap all known vicinities
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Leave you stinking like face guts in a dumpster in Little Italy
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It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters
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The Krazy Kings be thinking caps and sparking tags quick x8
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Krazy Kings
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