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[Featuring Brewin J Treds]
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[Brewin]
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Check check it
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Fuckin with a nigga like myself your lyrics fail
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LaVerne's gear shows your record so molest the hoes buttnaked
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Youse a loser your crappin shoulda kept it to your lonesome
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But you like 'Look everybody I'm a silly microphone crumb'
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You oughta turn to me I flaunt essential vocally
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First team all university while your squad is benchin locally
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Don't mention joke to me, aiyyo dem niggaz ain't atomic
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Ain't the comic niggaz gutsy, after the disembowelin
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Don't fuck around, I eat out with your shorty with the crew
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and she be late for head, she want a tape and dreads
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and thought of you, a little stinger
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My shit'll bring the epitome of bitterly jealous
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Forever living crazy minded trying to tell us
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how you do it on the power-U, it's simple shit'll get props
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Don't let me bring it God I swing it hard like little kid bops
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So front I keep the tone vexin, but to the heads
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stay pleasant to the ears just think of Lauryn Hill on phone sexin
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[J-Treds]
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Relentless poetic rhyme never ceases infinity
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Forever smokin the mic lyric contact I be open
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Naturally high and no need to pass the Dutchie
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I'm the living circle circle dot dot, nobody can touch me
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At my post, the most high exalted, mind blower
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When I rap it it's strictly 'I can't believe he just said that shit'
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Material crews, who can't think straight sober
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My flows over your head, I enjoy the aerial view
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Focus from the bird's eye, in my scenario, of dominance
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Filth eatin weaklings, we're bumRussian/rushin like dirty communists
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Raisin, my Iron Curtain revealin my words the gospel
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No apples or giant serpents, the enlightened apostle
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J-Treds, I lace heads like tennis players top seeded
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Not meanin to cause a racket, or front the menace
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My words speak for themselves, so feel me
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Cause on the mic I've got more presence
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than attendence in a class of schizophrenics, hear hear
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Drink to that pick up raps, intoxicating
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Got your craving my living proof, mixture of speech and wine
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To' up from just the flow but pass the liquor it's over
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Henny dead even when twisted I get open like Venetian blinds
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Company Flow, the fire in which you burn slow
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I remain Indelible
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J-Treds, Juggaknotz, to touch the flame you ought not
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I remain Indelible
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[El-P]
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Check check check check check check
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I the Don Digital, slash, piranha morph
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Alongside poor terrible surgeons, who blur comic perspectives
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and wonder how to get bent, that flaming Malatov shit
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Unstoppable object hits unmovable wall and space split
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This rogue cherub got his own twisted agenda, catch that
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Walkin on flatlines, you witness me grow WAY beyond corporate control
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Let them eat cake, cause I introduce myself as a mistake
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Slipped through the quills with a serrated barb stabbed, sharp in the
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gut
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Now we can all become Lord of the Flies
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when this industry sees it's demise
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Hold it up and try to destruct you get zapped with dead eyes
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The five factions giganti the fuck up and get touched
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The group hugs you received from your support group
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can't protect you from the bumrush
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I'm known to slip arsenic mickies and talk shoot then reform
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With an unprecedented fierceness, display these powers of Storm
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I wasn't born in a manger but I still received three gifts
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Alphabetically listed they're Big Juss, Mr. Len, and I
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See the field creatures scurry, I the killer, caution
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Try to merk off of the pile but you choked on my motherfuckin portion
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Spade within my excrement bitch parody
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Your insanity is my clarity, not to mention convention
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is a great war weapon, disguised under the guise of institutionalism
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but still prison, the bad batch of jism
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Who stands, who falls, this is the one the DJ calls lick the ass crack
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On the wack I keep tabs like Timothy Leary and/or ASCAP
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The iron lung is now rustable, you're overrated
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As in smoking dust or sonic contracts that haven't been thoroughly
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debated
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Got my name up in your mouth like cock or gingivitis
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when every rhyme becomes the official new blueprint for wannabe
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writers
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Catch a smack to the face on principle
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Even whe |